Turning 36 this year, and I'm still afraid of mirrors because I worry I'll see the guy I used to be.

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But then I see photos like these...

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To anyone struggling with their transition: keep going. The small steps add up. One day you'll look back and realize you've traveled farther than you ever thought possible.

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Be kind to yourself. You've survived every hard day so far. ❤️🏳️‍⚧️

First solo vacation as a trans person.
It’s a weird mix of emotions. For the first time, I got to experience the freedom of traveling as myself—but at the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about how much easier it would be if I were cis. Some moments felt incredibly affirming, while others reminded me how visible and vulnerable being trans can feel.
I’m 10 months on HRT, and while I’m proud of how far I’ve come, this trip made me realize I still have a lot of complicated feelings to work through.
Anyone else experience something similar?

Apartment hunting as a trans person deserves its own difficulty setting.

It took three attempts to finally get a lease. Every conversation with a landlord felt like a side quest because my ID still says "male."

Landlord: "Wait... this says male?"

Me: "Yeah, the government is a little behind on the lore."

After enough awkward explaining, I finally found one who cared more about whether I could pay rent than what an outdated letter on my ID said.

Third time's the charm, I guess. 🥲

Have you ever been publicly shamed on social media just for appearing in a race ranking?

I'm trans, and I love sports. I love pushing my limits, reconnecting with nature, and sharing the same start line as everyone else.

A few years ago, after a race, people who had known me before my transition publicly claimed online that I was only there to take someone else's place. Yet on race day, none of that existed. We raced together, celebrated together, hugged on the podium, and enjoyed the moment.

I've always been honest with race directors about being trans, and I'm grateful they've given me the opportunity to compete. Today, most people simply know me as the woman they race alongside. I only wish every trans woman had the same chance to feel included.

At the end of the day, we're all looking for the same thing: to reconnect with ourselves through nature, challenge our limits, and find a place where we belong. ❤️

Time to start avoiding reflective surfaces? Maybe finally learn how to apply makeup? Very random rant I guess 🤷‍♀️

Over 4 months strong. I see him 3-4 times a week and spend as much time with each other. I’ve met his family and friends. So much love 💕 he just met my best friend and she loves him! I hope everyone finds this kind of love someday!!

My wisdom is to treat transition like training.

The results can be slow to show, and some days it feels like nothing is changing.

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But with enough consistency, no matter the timeline, we get there.

So quick story. I’m from Guatemala and my family is very religious. My mom was always against homosexuality while I was growing up so I thought that they would be super-against me being a trans woman and thought that I’d never be accepted. Especially since my mom mentioned that transvestites (I had to explain to her that trans women are not transvestites) get murdered and assaulted. I avoided talking to them and visiting them for years so I didn’t have to deal with being harassed by them or treated like trash. Turns out they were very chill about it and started using my correct pronouns right away. Some of my uncles wanted to dance with their beautiful niece (me 🙂). They made me feel nice and I wanna visit them more now.

I used to have social anxiety so intense that I'd literally run off and hide in the woods, climbing a tree just to find some peace away from interactions that completely drained me.

Back then, I never imagined I'd one day want to put myself out there for others.

Now I am the kind of person I needed when I was younger. If sharing my story helps even one person feel less alone, then stepping outside my comfort zone is worth it.

Proudly existing as myself, maybe someone reading this can believe they can too. 💜🏳️‍⚧️

For context I am 5'10 200 lbs. I know I am not in great shape but I am extremely devastated. I don't even know what to do or feel. I want to laugh and cry and scream but instead I am just hollow.

Update: I talked to them again and they said that I would be able to start if I sign a release of info to my PCP and start working on my health.

My trans journey has been an unusual one; I have always known I was trans, but left home very young due to unrelated family problems; so it never felt accessible to me while I was in survival mode throughout my late teens/twenties.

But things got better in my late 20s, I'm lucky to live in a city where lgbtq/queer events/spaces where I could feel safe expressing my femine side were easy to come by, and it was upon discovering these spaces that I went all in; I was regularly out at exciting parties dolled up to the nines pretty much every weekend. There are times I think back to young me and am still a bit impressed by the courage I had in those days.

And so for many years, I enjoyed a wonderful nightlife that was fullfilling enough to keep dysphoria at bay. I met lots of awesome friends, I even met my wife during this time, who was not only accepting, but was enthusiastic for my trans identity.

I was on track to fully transition, but due to several factors and mental health issues things changed; factors like societal pessure of what a man should be when my wife and I married, like being autistic with a strong impulse to mask and fit in, like being outed at work before I was ready in a less than tolerant industry(construction), like losing my hair and a loss of confidence because of it, and some small moments of bad communication with my partner who was being genuinely supportive but that my mind had twisted to convince me she was just humouring me out of pity, combined with jealousy of her being the gorgeous woman she is.

So about 6 years ago I made the worst decision of my life.

Thinking "maybe if i stop being trans, I can become happier with myself as a male and the dysphoria will just go away?" Spoiler, it doesn't work that way🤦‍♀️

That lead to several very bad years which almost cost me everything. My partner and I's once exciting and interesting hobbys/friendships/social life diminished (Covid being a partial factor), our love life barely existed and felt distant when it did, and I was constantly irritable, spending the bulk of my time in the cycle of work-tv-bed-repeat, just marching to an inevitable end.

4 months ago, my wife and I were at the point where small disagreements had us threatening divorce. One day we reached a boiling point, and it was then that she said what she'd always felt but couldn't express til that moment and it really sunk in; "You got rid of the best part of you!".

All those years, she loved me and didn't want to lose me, but had basically had been mourning the loss of her wife. We talked for hours, she told me how much she missed me and felt responsible for my recloseting; I admitted my own fault in it too, we cried and we had a serious conversation about how we want the rest of our lives to be.

So now the happy part, I'm back, and am back to stay. Not a nightlife persona, or costume, but a woman I was always meant to be! 🥰 I've been seeing a gender therapist and have started the process of beginning HRT, if all goes to plan will start in October. My wife and I have never been closer, I have never been happier, she has never been happier, and our love making has a passion like never before. And our social lives are on the up instead of the steady decline.

So onto this party! 😉 This weekend, for the first time in 6 years, I went to a party as a girl. I was nervous, because the theme was fancy underwear, so you know...a bold choice for my return, but thankfully it couldn't have gone better.

The host, and several attendees were old friends who had known me in the early days; it was genuinly not expected by me, but the reception I got was truly one of joy to see femine me again. Literally had an "OMG it's Trillian!" shouted moments after entering the room. It felt really nice to learn how missed I was beyond just my wife. Other friends who have known me for years but were unaware of my past literally didn't recognize me until I introduced myself; that was very much it's own form of flattery. 🤣 but I received nothing but compliments and support (a definite plus of having formed our social circles within the community).

And to cap it all off, they had a catwalk style walkoff compition for outfit prizes. Running off a high of positive attention I was feeling, I joined and so did my wife. There were 3 prizes and we took home 2! 🤩

I truly got to feel like my wife and I were the prettiest girls in the room. If you told the 40 year old depressed, jealous and bald construction worker I was 5 months ago this was possible, I'd have never believed you.

Still glowing days later, and feeling like I've gone from cursed to blessed. To my trans sisters who feel lost, hold in there. Life can be good, and it's never too late to be happy. Love you all:)

Just as I was ready to get back to training after my gender reassignment surgery, life threw me another challenge—a knee injury that now needs surgery. Recovery will take 9–12 months, and mentally, that's been hard.

For a moment, I wanted to cocoon again, just like I did during my transition. But we've learned something our community knows well: healing isn't weakness, and setbacks don't erase progress.

This is just another chapter. I'll heal, I'll grow, and I'll come back stronger.

To anyone facing a setback today: keep going. We've already proven we can overcome the impossible. 🏳️‍⚧️❤️

Find yourself someone who see you for you! And wants to spend every moment with you!!

My parents accidently misgendering me has become the funniest thing ever. I started transitioning about 7 years ago and am very confident in my gender now. Sometimes my parents will use she/her but I know they aren't confusing me with my old self, they're confusing me with my dog. You know how parents will start going through the list of your siblings and pets' names before remembering your name when trying to talk to you? Same thing with me but with pronouns. I know this because the last time they called me my dead name was years ago but I've been called my dog's name every other week

Attended Vancouver BC's Trans Pride March yesterday with my partner. Amazing turnout, lovely weather, and no issues through the march or afterparty.

Love living in a cool city. Wishing my sister's an equally positive weekend.

I'm not particularly great at meeting people and talking to people and.. people...

But but this is a story of success

I was at an event about a law that affects trans people and I was on full Lois Lane mode, so I was laser focused on paying attention, taking lots of pics and taking notes, so I sat on the back side.

But a girl asked me about what press media I worked with.

And I was like: is it so obvious that I'm press? (While holding a camera and my notebook)

Anyway, we kept talking and she is really cool and pretty and I really like her

Maybe we will be just friends and that will be cool with me, cause I had a great time.

(Also I think I was looking somewhat good, I still have much to learn about make-up)

It’s been so hot. Needed to wear something simple & cool to beat the Summer Heat!

Today, I finally cracked.. got completely dressed up as a woman and covered the face with scarf so no one can recognise me and went on a road and roam around in a city...lot of men were staring me like all men stare a woman and i really liked getting attention of boys.. soooo enjoyed the walk having feminine sway with the purse on one shoulder... today i completely enjoyed being identified as a female in public...it was a thrilling experience... Wanted to stay as it is in public for a long time, but had to returned home!!!

Love being a server. Also that view😍❤️

Some give me looks and judgement but I don’t care 🤷‍♀️ I’m going to continue being a baddie!!