Image by Markus Winkler from Pixabay This week has been hard. Hell, it's been hard since Jan. 20, but that's a whole other conversation. Since coming out as transgender in October, I've been relegated to wigs. In June 2024, I was bald - as in razor shaved head sitting on a beach bald. So it's been slow going getting my hair to grow out. Knowing how hair works, I knew I needed to get the dead ends cut off to keep it healthy and growing, but thought, "What if I can style it in a pixie and feel comfortable?" On Monday, I went to a La Ti Da Salon and got it cut. The lady who did it was really sweet, despite my consistent inability to sustain small talk. (That's a lifelong issue for me. I just don't know how to do it being socially awkward.) On Tuesday, I went to work with just MY hair. Additionally, my breast development has gotten to a point to where, with a fairly complimentary bra, I can go without my forms. So, for the very first time ever, I was ju...