Whenever dysphoria rears its ugly head and attempts to make question who and what I am, this is what I remind me of: I no longer feel restricted by masculinity, I am free to be soft and vulnerable and indulge in cute and feminine stuff as I always wished I could. That never fails to remind me that my transition was the right thing to do, even on a bad day.












I recommend adding one, two or more plushies. 😉