You can call me Elle. I am three years into transition that began 2022. I have a love/hate relationship with being transgender but I become healthier everyday. I am latin mixed, I have the most stubborn fast metabolism. I like wearing cutesy ruffles, sweaters, skirts, tops, and I have 3a curly hair that cascades reaching below my neck. Hm, and what about other purely positive attributes about me? I enjoy spicy snacks, I kill for a quiet setting and peacefulness, when everyone is as is, cannot fail to pleasure me. I want to post about my body, intimacy, journey, and clothes, tips, and answer questions, and have fun on this platform.
One of the fiercest humans I have ever met was an older woman who was skinnier than a rail because she lived to dance. Did so until her passing, and I didn't think for a second of my knowing her she was anything but feminine. I am sure you can understand, that people are shaped in all sorts of different sizes.
Being slim is definitely seen as a quality by some men indicating that a woman is more healthier, when really it can be the exact opposite. There are beautiful women who have calves like a speed-skater, like a DANCER, like a ballerina who could crush and crack the stage beneath her through the bottom of her slippers with elegance and are skinny. Within my range of experience, just very recently a few years ago I was caught in these moods and health problems that took a toll on my happiness, left a scar for quite some time. Throughout childhood I was as energetic as a child can be, I could drink a river and eat all the berries from the bush without feeling hungry. Now, being a sinewy woman with an old soul I can barely handle the symptoms of lower blood circulation, I feel very faint if I stand either quickly or normally to the point I want to rest on the floor. I try to make up my lost energy by eating more meat, walking when the atmosphere does not want to broil me alive, and more habichuelas, more fiber, give me the corn, broccoli, and legumes! Aside from my current body weight, I wouldn't mind putting on 30 pounds and not having a flat chest, but I only say that because currently being skinny doesn't work wonders for me.
I mean, how can you not? My papi used to cook them for me many moons ago, and I still very much so think fondly of them. I have been thinking, so often, about how easy it is to be trans and have an eating disorder. I know this sounds awful, but I have been wondering how many parts dysmorphia are linked. As most of the trans people I have dated or befriended have had one. The masc ones tend to have one to keep andro/masc features. Fem tend to have them either linked to pain or control it always seems. I wish I could say there were some magic way to make folks gain weight where they want. I mean, I guess surgery or working out. I meant more so eat some beans, get some boobies! An ex of mine started taking her hormones properly, and because estrogen loves saving calories for a rainy day, she did end up getting a pair. She gained weight as a whole however, and then lamented that because not all the areas she gained them were where bio-gals tended to gain them.
Now on the fainting and what not, are you okay? Are you eating what you need, as often as you do? Can you integrate small and smooth low impact exercises to work on helping build endurance? To be honest with you, while people are pigs about transwomen (mostly, I think they think transmen don't exist?), they're seemingly still knocking on their doors for the sessy. I can't tell you a damn thing about dating. Likewise, that was super pig-headed because the person you look good for first and foremost is yourself! But I see you know that. You good mami, no worries! Just love you for you.
I'm assuming you're aware about THE STRUGGLE, the ENTANGLEMENT, of curly hair, even when 3a-3b I still cannot bear the swallowing feeling of slower blood circulation aching my entire body when I have to brush upside down in the shower. If only there was a way to wake up and see loose, vibrant and spirals that flow curls to bloom throughout thunder... of which I mean the frizz nemesis.
Yep! Head tilted in the shower, trying not to fall over and break my neck! Honestly though, I struggle with loving my hair. I know I should, but I find dealing with the curls such an endless task, it's hard not to be resentful