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Skin Deep: My Body’s Testimony of Transformation

This deeply personal article by a Transvitae's editor-in chief. She explores the profound physical changes that accompany hormone replacement therapy, and discusses stretch marks, evolving skin texture, and scars not as flaws, but as powerful marks of growth and resilience. The piece challenges traditional notions of beauty and encourages readers to embrace their bodies as ever-changing testaments of their authentic journeys.

I still vividly remember the day I started hormone replacement therapy (HRT). A year ago, I was this nervous but hopeful person, trembling as I held the small, unassuming vial that would become my catalyst. I’d always felt like a stranger in my own body, mismatched pieces I couldn’t make fit. That first injection was a promise, a pledge to finally feel at home within myself.

It’s been a year of profound changes, more than I could have anticipated. I expected certain things: softer facial features, the beginnings of breasts. But my focus had been so internal, so locked on changing the way I felt, that I was a bit blindsided by the sheer physicality of the process.

My body, the one I wrestled with for so long, has suddenly become this fascinating landscape. It’s my journal, my battleground, and my evolving testament to resilience. It’s a record of my transition, and I’m learning to love even the parts I once dismissed.

Stretch Marks: Not Flaws, But Roadmaps

There they are, those silvery streaks across my thighs and hips, a bit like faded tiger stripes. At first, I’ll admit to a flinch of the ‘old me’. Stretch marks! Society tells women they’re unsightly, flaws to erase. But for me, they’re a roadmap of the revolution my body underwent.

My frame wasn’t built for the curves I’m now developing, and my skin is protesting a little, expanding hastily to keep up. Yet every single line feels earned, a marker of growth. My body, which for so long felt unyielding, has stretched to accommodate who I was meant to be. It’s a beautiful sort of defiance, and I wear those marks with pride.

The Ever-Changing Canvas of My Skin

My skin itself seems to be learning a new language. Gone is the oiliness and sometimes harsh texture that plagued me before HRT. Now, it’s incredibly soft to the touch. There’s a delicateness, a sensitivity, as if this new layer of skin is as much about feeling differently as it is about looking different.

It’s not always comfortable. Newfound sensitivity brings unexpected vulnerabilities, making simple things like an ill-fitting bra strap or a scratchy tag suddenly very noticeable. But there’s joy in it too, the way a gentle touch registers as so much more now, or the way lotion sinks in luxuriously.

Scars and the Stories They Carry

I’ve always worn a few souvenirs from a clumsy childhood. The faint line on my knee from kneeling down on a rusty nail, the pale mark where I was hit in the mouth with a line drive, playing little league. These scars are a tiny history, whispers from who I used to be. Now, new markings etch themselves into the story.

There are small but noticeable scars where I have given some of my hormone injections. Some weeks, they’re more tender than others. It’s a small price to pay, a ritual act connecting me both to my medical reality and the incredible work those injections do beneath the surface. I’m considering how I might one day mark the even more significant surgery scars that the future might hold.

Reframing Imperfections

The word “imperfection” feels wrong now. There’s a rawness to my body as it finds its new shape. Sure, some things fit a conventional sense of beauty ideal, while others defy it. But who determines what’s ‘perfect’ anyway? Our bodies are always shifting and evolving as we move through life. Why should transition be different?

The marks, the softness, the uncharted territory of my ever-changing form. It’s all a magnificent work-in-progress. It’s proof I’m finally becoming who I’m supposed to be. And that, more than any fleeting standard of beauty, feels amazing.

Embracing a Beauty that’s Uniquely Mine

Transition is about so much more than mirroring magazine covers or chasing someone else’s image of an “ideal” woman. For me, true beauty lies in authenticity. It’s about honoring the journey my body has taken, is taking, and where it will someday go.

If you’re on this path, know that your body’s changes are a testament to your strength and a part of your unique story. Love every stretch mark, every new sensation, and every scar. These are your badges of courage, whispering a tale only you can tell.

Bricki
Brickihttps://transvitae.com
Founder of TransVitae, her life and work celebrate diversity and promote self-love. She believes in the power of information and community to inspire positive change and perceptions of the transgender community.
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