(it’s long so prepare or scroll really fast if you wanna pass it)
me, 1993, wtf is a gender i wear diapers for god sakes
late 90s, rockin some shades and some crazy sweaters even though i live in FL (still do that to this day)
time jump to… early 2000s, flexin and loving dogs (still doing that to this day wassup somethings never change)
oh wow here comes Middle School™ and the emo phase begins (sadly no pics during the emo phase)
oh shit what up 2008 scene phase yes that is a STAY BRUTAL™ sweater)
then ya boy calmed down a bit and stopped giving a fuck about impressing ppl (idk why I thought being scene was impressive dont ask)
ya boy graduated HS and was free to do whatever to his hair so colors were everywhere but also was the time when his self worth was at his lowest and was dressing and looking how he thought people would want so he could get them to like him (ew right?)
ya boy got his very first mohawk and rocked that shit for a few years
dis is some pics of the year he starts questioning his gender identity and after 6 months of research and “soul searching” decides to start HRT
yo boy is SIX MONTHS ON T !!! and starting to grow facial hair B)
YO BOY IS ONE (1) YR ON T AND JUST HAD TOP SURGERY! but also shaved his head a few months back and feels hella ugly lol
fwd and we are now 1.5 years on T ! Hair is finally coming in and he’s look decent these days.
WHOOOA LONG HAIR WHO DIS!!! YA BOYS TWO (2) YEARS ON T !!! and 1 YR POST OP! Feeling amazing tbh
ooo shit we winding down now yall
ya boy is Two (2) years and 3 months on T and thankful every day that his blood work came back with the all clear to start T, thankful for his support group and friends/family that love and support him (shout out to my sister), thankful for how well he’s transitioned even though it was long and hard on the mental state a lot of the time, he pushed through and came out the other end smiling and happy in his skin. Thankful every day that he can afford to start on HRT, thankful every day for all the support he gets online from kind words to donations that helped afford top surgery + donations I got when he was filing for the name change as well.
I’m posting this in hopes that it helps anyone who needs it. I’m a huge believer in doing things for yourself and making sure your happiness/comfort is always first before someone else’s. I hope it gives inspiration and motivation to those who are scared to transition in fear of what their families will think, in fear of how they will transition, fear of all the nerve wracking things that comes with HRT. Hoping that it shows you, that while HRT isn’t an over night fix, that takes time and a lot of hard days but in the end, you come out on top. It’s still a struggle some days but nothing compared to the days when I was pre-T.
Feel free to message me if you have any questions about HRT with T and I’m happy to answer to the best of my ability!
My name is NIkk and I’m non binary! He/him pronouns =)
“Tom, take this seriously!” You rolled your eyes, trying to fight off your smile when you heard his laugh. “Tom!” You apologized to the camera-man. “Sometimes he starts to act like an ass when he’s tired.” The camera-man waved you off, calling for a lunch break while he silently cursing your immature boyfriend. You walked up to your boyfriend, shoving his shoulder. “Tom, let the guy do his job!”
“Babe, I’m bored!” He dragged out the word ‘bored’, leaning his head against your shoulder. “I just want to go home. Plus,” he lifted his head, smiling at you, “the camera guy can’t hold my focus. He’s not as cute as you.” His left eye dropped in a wink. You shook your head, smiling as your gaze fell to the ground, suddenly feeling shy. You looked back up, seeing Tom walk over to the props table. He picked up a pair of sunglasses and a hat. “I look good, babe?” You made a face, reaching over and pulling the hat off. You reached over to take the glasses off, but you stopped to really look at him.
“Tom,” you said, letting your fingers comb through his hair, “stay right here. I’ll be back.” You turned around and walked off to grab a water bottle. “Shirt, unbutton it.” He quirked an eyebrow at you.
“Really, darling? Right here? Seems a little out of your comfort zone.” He chuckled at your cheeks turning a dusted light pink. “But, your wish is my command.” His fingers went to work on his buttons while you grabbed a water bottle pouring some into the palm of your hand. You turned around and saw Tom undoing the last button, his fingers coming up to push his hair out of his face.
“Need help?” Your hand that held water in your palm came up to brush against his hair, watching the water drip from his hair to his face and down his chest.
“Babe! What the hell?” He chuckled a little, surprised at the cold temperature against his hot skin.
You picked up one of the camera’s that laid on the table, positioning it at Tom. “Smile for me, baby.” He laughed, shaking his head to get some of the loose water out before pushing his hair back and adjusting his sunglasses as he playfully posed for you, his laughter never ceasing. “Work for me, Tom!”
“Finally,” you heard from behind you, jumping slightly from how close the voice was. “We finally got a couple of decent pictures with Tom looking like he’s having fun.” You smiled, looking at one in particular. You had gotten Tom mid-laugh, his hands adjusting his shirt.
“Can I have a copy of this one?” The photographer shrugged, you did take it after all. “Tom, come look at this. You’re a model!” Tom smiled, shaking his head as he walked up to you.
“Come on, darling,” he leaned in to kiss your cheek, moving to your ear, “tell me something I don’t know.”
“Did he have a little sword, or just his claws? I bet he had a dashing cap with a feather in it!”
“Would you stop making fun of my cat?”
Cats are like the most difficult animals to draw. The amount and designs of the kittens changed a lot during the sketching and I was glad when I finally managed to illustrate a decent looking feline baby…..