high estrogen levels

because i’m a professional googler and i know my body, i’m self diagnosing myself with high estrogen levels and too much stress. SO your girl is going to get back into yoga religiously, get enough sleep, find time to disonnect/meditate, keep my spaces clean, try to stop worrying about my future and get my blood tested

Hey Ladies

The scariest thing ever is that “qualified” medical professionals have almost no idea what they’re doing when it comes to prescribing HRT to trans women. 

For example: spironolactone is not necessary for reducing testosterone levels, and can have not only severe impacts on mental health like insomnia and depression, but can significantly reduce growth of breast tissue. Yet I still see girls taking up to 200 mg a day, which is SO dangerous and irresponsible given the mental health risks that trans women are already put under just by existing in our transphobic society. This is also the case for other antiandrogens like Finasteride or Dutasteride. 

High levels of estrogen are usually associated with a risk for thrombosis/blood clots, but the studies that extrapolated this were based on the combination of two dangerous drugs, Premarin and Provera. In order for the results from HRT that most of us are looking for, estradiol has to be in the higher “””female””” ranges, which will also be enough to reduce testosterone level by itself.

Bioidentical estrogen should also be combined with bioidentical progesterone, NOT drugs like provera which can cause increased risk of depression and anxiety and cancer. Progesterone is also necessary for the potential of HRT results to be increased. 

Also, ALL THIS STUFF SHOULD BE INJECTED! oral estradiol and progesterone are not going to give the same results as their injectable versions. And thanks to the super notgreat workings of pharma. companies, injectable estrogen is in a huge shortage in the US! But you can still get it in different forms from overseas that are just as safe and viable.

Do your research, and don’t let whoever you’re seeing for HRT push you into something without knowing the repercussions on your body and mental health. Girls are dying because of stuff like this. 

51 year old FTM....

So today I turned 51 and I feel no different.  I have gone to the doctor (I found one that understands why I do what I do and has no issues with it) and had my blood taken (I haven’t had my t tested for about 2 years).  What was surprising is that he has not had any transgender patients but is very intrigued by them.  He tested me for both testosterone and estrogen.  I told him what and how much t I am taking (150 mgs testosterone enthanate every 7 days) and he felt that I might not be taking enough because I am a man in my early 50′s.  Come to find out my t levels are above normal but not too high BUT my estrogen levels are HIGH (they should be around 20 but they are at 60).  He is a little concerned so he is putting me on estrogen blockers.  He thinks that my estrogen is so high because women in their 50′s are going thru menopause and since I have never had a hysterectomy that is why my levels are so high.  Other than that my health is great.  I will post more on this when I get results!

Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.

Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.

Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.

Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.

Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.

Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.

Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.

Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.

Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.

Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.

There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla:

There is no wrong way to have a body.

I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.

And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.

You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.

Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.


Real Women by Hanne Blank

Published with author’s permission.

On the 4th of June, I hit my nine month (39 weeks) mark on hormone replacement therapy! For the testosterone blockers, I currently take 200 MG of Spironolactone (Two 100MG Spiro pills) a day, and 6 MG of Estradiol (Three 2MG Estradiol pills) for estrogen. I still take them before bed just in case it might give me a headache I could sleep it off.


● I’m still grateful for the high dosage my doctor put me on. A lot has changed, and my dosage is most definitely a factor. However, I am not a doctor, therefore keep in mind that I started off with a pretty high dosage because my estrogen levels were low to begin with. I would not recommend that anyone uses my dosage as their HRT guide. Be safe!


● I feel very in tune with my emotions. Allowing myself to openly feel sad and cry is getting easier. Sometimes I like to embrace sadness, especially in an environment where I’m expected to be happy. It feels liberating and reminds me of the innocence that is basic emotion.


● This past semester in college, I was in a musical, and the costume designer knew I’m on hormones, therefore she had me come in again to re-measure everything to see if anything has changed. And they have. She said the measurements for my bust increased, waist decreased, and hips increased. This is a common occurrence with anybody who has/is on estrogen, therefore I was not too surprised. I did not notice them visually until about my eight month mark, where I could see the indentation of the waistline. My breasts are still developing, and they are still swollen and painful. Fat redistribution on my facial area seems drastic whenever I look at old pictures. I couldn’t figure out what was different about it besides the jawline, and then I noticed recently that my nose does not look and feel the same anymore. Unsure what that’s all about, but I’m overall happy! I am more confident with my body more than ever.


● Having a single room on a campus resident hall is one of the best decisions I have made, because winding down by myself allowed me to recharge and get back on track, mentally. I would definitely highly suggest to anybody who is in school and interested to medically transition to get your own space. You will need your me-time, where your transness is not always what’s on your mind, and where you can let go and let loose in your own privacy. I am still learning to be more open about my feelings and how I am mentally doing. My anxiety is mostly rooted in family related things, so that in itself is not HRT related.


Passing has become very easy. It is almost empowering to have the power to portray a certain way to allow people to perceive you the way you want to be seen. However, passing as a feminine woman comes with more male attention, which is extremely complicated to talk about. My experiences so far has been a mixture of things, and I will surely do a blog post sometime soon about that!

If you have any questions, please send me an ask!

Cheers ♥ - DW

anonymous asked:


Since Kai and her began trying to have a baby, Cinder stayed alert for any kind of change in her body. Any sign of nausea or being late could mean she was pregnant.

It never occurred to her that the message would come from her cyborg interface.

Hormone chorionic gonadotropin found in organism. Usually produced by placenta or by certain types of tumors. Recommended course of action: blood test.

Cinder stared at the message for a long minute, unable to comprehend it. Then she ran toward the northern side of the palace, ignoring all the reproachful looks people shot her before realizing it was their Empress running like a madwoman.

Finding a med-droid was easy once she got to the research wing, and while it analyzed her blood, she focused on calming down. Which, of course, was impossible when the med-droid informed, in the same emotionless voice as always, “Pregnancy: confirmed. Please, bookmark a visit to–”

But Cinder was already running.

Kai was in the great hall, discussing something with Torin in a low voice. By the time he heard the approaching footsteps and turned, it was already too late.

Cinder threw herself on him in a bear hug, trying, unsuccessfully, to stop the laughter of happiness that was leaving her lips.

“Your Imperial Highness?” Torin questioned, sounding alarmed. Kai hugged Cinder back, and when she looked up, she saw that his face was both pleased and confused.

“We are going to be parents.” She said, and watched as unspeakable joy took over her husband’s face.

“And if it’s a girl?” Kai asked lazily, doing a slow caress up and down Cinder’s back. They were laying down in their bed.

“I was thinking… Well, you obviously don’t have to agree. I know the common thing to do in these cases in honor our past rulers, and the name I was thinking will probably mean nothing to–”



“What name did you have in mind?” Kai, asked, sounding amused, as he always did when she showed signs of her old social awkwardness. There was a pause.

“Peony.” She said in a low voice.

“It’s a beautiful name.” He said immediately, unsurprised. He knew how much Cinder’s baby sister, who he never had a chance to meet, was important for her. “I love it. I bet she’ll love it too, if the baby is a she.” His eyes sparkled at the word baby, and he turned to face Cinder’s flat stomach. “Peony suits you, right, little one? I bet you’ll love it.”

“Kai, there is not a baby in me yet, technically. There is a bunch of stem cells multiplying.” She informed him in a teasing voice. He ignored her.

“Don’t pay attention to mom, little one. Before you know it you’ll be in our arms and everyone in the galaxy will love you.”

The mental image made the soon-to-be parents smile, and Cinder pulled him closer for a kiss.

The morning sickness took away a little of the fun from the whole pregnancy thing.

Cinder thought that if the sickness happened just in the morning it would be more acceptable, but no. Foods she adored made her nauseous, and random smells she had never payed attention to before made her run to the nearest restroom.

Not to mention, Kai was one of those over-protective fathers and husbands. All of sudden, Kinney wasn’t enough for her protection, no (her faithful personal guard had followed her back to Earth, although Cinder suspected it was less about protecting and serving the former Queen of Luna and more about Iko). Two maids followed her around and forced her to drink water at regular intervals, eat foods even more varied than usual and be comfortable at all times. Cinder would probably find it endearing if it wasn’t so annoying.

They only told the world about Cinder’s pregnancy on the fourth month.

The party that followed, both on Earth and on Luna, didn’t surprise anyone in New Beijing Palace but Kai and Cinder. Gifts from everywhere started arriving in an alarming frequency, and the newsfeed would always about talk about it. It made everything feel that much more real.

It was the fifth month when the doctors voiced their worries about her heart working harder and the slight swelling in her legs, but it was unnecessary. Her cyborg parts adjusted themselves easily enough. She was prepared for this.

She wasn’t prepared for feeling the baby move.

It happened during a conference, and her eyes went wild with the sensation. It was quick, so she thought no one else would notice, but the other world leaders were more perceptive  than she’d thought.

The political matters were momentarily ignored while the people who ran the planet awned and smiled for being part of that moment. Cinder started recording that scene, intending to show it to her baby when he or she was older. How an entire galaxy had celebrated them even before they were born.

It turned out the baby was a boy. Little Rikan–or rather, His Royal Highness Rikan Garan of the Eastern Commonwealth. Not that anyone but Cinder, Kai, and Torin knew the name of the future prince yet.

“’…and they all lived happily ever after’.” Kai concluded the second-era story he was reading for little Rikan. “I love these stories. We’ll read more for you once you’re here.” He said, stroking Cinder’s huge belly.

“I hope he’s here soon.” She muttered. “And then maybe I’ll be able to sleep again.”

Very pregnant as she was, it was impossible to stay in a comfortable position for too long–and she was lucky enough to have a computer in her brain suggesting postures that would diminish her backache. Not only that, but the anxiety and stress were killing her. She was going to be a mother. And the whole world would watch as she learned how to be a good one. Thanks the stars the rampion crew had gathered in New Beijing Palace to give her support and comfort in these last weeks.

Kai and her settled down to sleep, and Cinder had almost dozed off when she stood up.

“What is it?” Kai asked, startled.

“Sorry, I gotta pee.” Again. She thought dully. Almost everything made her cranky or emotional these days, even the warnings in her cyborg interface about high levels of estrogen and progesterone, which would probably cause mood swings. She could just hope the baby came soon.

She didn’t have to wait too long.

Rikan Garan was born in a warm afternoon by the end of May. Kai was there the whole time, but, unfortunately for him, he held Cinder’s metal hand.

A doctor had to apply ice in his–now injured–right hand while she delivered a beautiful, healthy baby boy. Everything was a blur until Cinder was holding their son in her arms, her eyes watering and a unshakable smile on her lips. Her friends couldn’t visit just yet, but Cinder knew they were here close by, and that made everything a little more normal. She didn’t have to imagine the celebration going on throughout the galaxy right now–the newsfeed on her cyborg interface made sure she knew.

“Hi.” She whispered to her son, then turned to look at Kai, whose face was a mirror of her elated expression. However, Cinder’s happiness crumbled a little when she took sight of his immobilized hand. “Sorry about that.”

He shrugged, unshaken. “It’s nothing. I’ll make sure to hold your other hand next time.”

“Next time?” Cinder raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah. I bet little Rikan will want a little sister someday.” 

“Yeah. Someday.” She smiled again and turned to look at her son again.

I hope you liked it, anon! Biology and I never were best friends, but I did my research and hope I didn’t get anything wrong. Please, forgive any mistakes and you’re more than welcome to tell me what you think! Hope you all have a great day!

By the way, the idea of Peony as a baby name for Kaider children wasn’t mine, but I can’t find the post/ficlet where I saw it. If it was your idea, please tell me so I can link it here!

when cisgender men develop breasts because of unusually high estrogen levels, or develop “”“"feminizing”“”“ traits because of various reasons, it’s a horrible experience for them and they need help, but when transgender men/afab masculine trans people with gender dysphoria have had to live with breasts and ”“"feminine”“” traits for their ENTIRE LIVES (or since puberty began in them), they’re ‘overreacting’ and need to 'calm down’ and 'live with it’

I feel like the more people try to understand the sex spectrum (yes, it is also a spectrum), the less they actually understand it. By now a lot of people are aware of the difference between biological sex and psychological gender and they are trying to point it out and be more inclusive. The intent is great, the science… not so much. Not your fault, most of you weren’t taught this stuff and just haven’t researched it yet. I’ll try to explain. For example people know that women as a category are at lower risk of cardiovascular diseases. For years when we said “women” we only meant “cis women” which excluded some people. Then people started saying “people with vaginas are at lower risk for cardiovascular disease” but it wasn’t an improvement because they don’t understand why that statistical piece even exists. Women as a category are at lower risk for cardiovascular disease because statistically they have higher estrogen levels and estrogen is known to protect blood vessels. Vaginas have nothing to do with it because vaginas don’t form because of high estrogen levels, but because of low testosterone levels. So vagina is an indicator of low testosterone levels at gestation and not an indication of high estrogen levels after birth. All people with high estrogen levels will have some level of protection from cardiovascular disease. That includes some (I’d say majority of) cis women, trans women who take estrogen, trans men who aren’t on HRT, nonbinary people with high estrogen levels for any reason, and intersex people with high estrogen levels for any reason. That will exclude (vast majority of) cis men, trans men on HRT, nonbinary and intersex people with low estrogen, cis women with low estrogen (due to hysterectomy for example) and if I’m not wrong cis women after menopause. As you can see these two groups vary a lot in genders and health factors. This can be applied to most health statistics actually, because “men VS women” often comes down to “testosterone VS estrogen”. For example the well-known fact that men are on average stronger than women comes down to “testosterone encourages muscle growth”. Sometimes the statistics does talk about primary sex characteristics, such as uteri cancer for example (which you can only get if you have a uterus) but often enough it’s all about hormones. And the funniest thing is, there’s a ton of diversity in hormone levels even among cis, non-intersex people! A lot of cis, non-intersex women have hairy bodies, low voices and “masculine” figures. A lot of cis non-intersex men are skinny, have hairless bodies and high voices. All those statistics will be hardly applicable to them along with intersex and transgender people. So next time you say that binary sex is not at least partially a social construct, remember this. And remember this when making those statistics and awareness posts. Take five minutes to research it and make your post accurate. No one will sue you if you will get it wrong, but if you will get it right it will benefit a lot of people. Remember that sex is a spectrum (at least in modern humans since natural selection no longer applies to us 100%), biology is complicated and all people are very different. And stay curious.


Soooo the first picture in this post is a bit embarrassing, but here we go.

 I took that picture the first day I was diagnosed with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. It’s a diagnosis that’s quite common in women, in which the simple explanation is androgens in the body are too high, testosterone levels are too high, and estrogen levels are too low. They aren’t quite sure what causes this. It often causes weight gain, difficulty losing weight, insulin resistance (which can cause diabetes/prediabetes, not helped by the fact that it causes you to gain weight), hair loss, hair growth, (yeah i know) ovarian cysts, and most importantly, to me at least, is the leading cause of infertility in women.

and I’ve always wanted to be a mama. Someday. In like, seven years.

When I met with my endocrinologist four months ago, she told me the only treatment for PCOS was weight loss, which she explained would be extremely hard to do (i don’t know why they emphasize this so much) and getting on a birth control pill that would level off my hormones. She prescribed me a pill, and I had a shitton of blood tests. Thankfully, I don’t have insulin resistance, so I didn’t have to go on a prediabetes drug known as metformin. 

So I worked on weightloss. I signed up for myfitnesspal, which was a really simple calorie counter. I input my food intake for the day, and I tried to get as close as possible to my calorie “limit” for the day. If I exercised, I got to earn “back” calories, and I could then eat MORE (and this was encouraged!) The weight has come off a little slower for me than some people, but I’m really happy to say today I’ve lost 25 pounds

and it’s something to celebrate! So, I’m mostly making this post for myself (and for other people in the PCOS tag who are scared and frustrated - as I am a lot of times) as a reminder and encouragement to keep going. That results WILL happen - even if it doesn’t feel like it at the moment.

So YEAH thanks tumblr for letting me be slightly vain (?) for a minute.

anonymous asked:

I know why you might have your fab butt! It's due to high levels of estrogen, because estrogen redirects fat from the belly to the hips and butt! The same thing happened with me and I have an excellent butt as well!

Huh, wow, you may have just scientifically explained it!! That makes a lot of sense!