petal circles

out at the coffee shop for some tippy tappy laptop time, drinking a tasty lil macchiato and having a good quiet morning. Left A asleep in bed and got a hot shower and shave. Don’t particularly enjoy shaving but it feels less burdensome, and the result is more pleasing than it used to be for sure.

I’m really still not over how different it feels to be able to look at my bald face without feeling intensely bad and weird about it! Wish I had thought that the feeling might be dysphoria so many years ago.