This morning while doing my laundry, I realized that I’d reached a very satisfying point in my transition…
I was folding up piles of my clothes to put in the basket and then I stopped for a moment to take a step back. I looked at the piles and went “yes, these are right. I like these.” The colours, the cuts, the styles, they all felt right, like what I’ve always wanted to wear but couldn’t quite figure out in the early years of my transition. Seeing them all together in the basket, and especially not seeing the types of clothes I wore before transitioning felt so wonderful to me, like I’d reached a quiet milestone worth a moment of celebration.