Last night we went out to dinner at one of our fave spots.
It was a warm, even hot summer evening here in Ohio, an ideal night I thought to wear one of my long slinky maxi dresses.
It was fun to take my shower in anticipation of the evening and washing my hair and letting it dry naturally, bringing out all the curls.
All too quickly it was time to slip into my dress, attach my favorite earrings and slide into my black flats. Even though I spend my whole life in a feminine world, I had an inkling of a thought…all of this was fun and I loved it.
The feeling continued into the evening. The restaurant wasn’t very busy for a change so we didn’t have a problem finding the rest of our party.
As I walked in, I was distinctly aware of the changes to my body thanks to HRT. I could feel everything from my hair on my neck all the way to the shoes on my feet. Now I thought, this was what I went through all the changes for.
Ironically, a woman in a black pants suit (and obviously nothing under it) sat down close to us. For a second my mind flashed back to an earlier time when I would have been intensely envious of her. But last night, I didn’t have to be.
I was free to finally be myself and it felt great.
The picture is actually the same dress taken last summer.