The other day I happened to catch sight of myself during a video call and there I was: bare faced, slightly grizzled in the beard department, with thinning hair, and given the camera pickup, my eyebrows had seen better days. No wonder I feel better with my face on 🙂 So long as I don’t see myself, I’m kinda okay about my image. How I feel in my head doesn’t quite line up with reality, but so long as I don’t see myself too often, it’s okay.
One of the curious things about being Trans* – or maybe it’s just me – is wanting a picture of the night out. Maybe as a record, maybe to help fill in the downtime with memory, or maybe to look back on and push back against the occasional alien feelings around being blokey.
So it was that I wondered what had I been wearing over the last few Aprils. It seems there’s been a few changes in hair and outfit over the years. 🙂
The funny thing about those photos – other than how I look in them 🙂 – is there’s a blog post to go with each one. Reading through some of the things I’d written, some I remember, but much I don’t. Perhaps – like certain fashions or choices – such memories are best learned from but not memorised.
Lynn14 seems to be having a good time, while 13, 14, 18, and 19 have had their money’s worth with that top. Not bad for hand-me-down from the Ever Lovely Mrs J, bless her. Lynn17 might need to be careful if she bends down! 🙂
It seems I have a style when it comes to hair and it swings between brown and red. I don’t think 16 was really me, but I still love the look of my hair in 19. Maybe it’s time – when the shops open again – to get my current wig restyled.