So I've finally achieved a state of self-acceptance. I'm leaving the house... confident out in public... and more people in my life know now, which has been a source of great relief.
But there are little things that still give me anxiety. Here's one:
On Saturday I went to Hamburger Mary's with my lovely wife, and Micki Finn and her lovely wife. It was AMAZING!!! Before I went, my wife and I went for a mani/pedi. I had been growing my nails out all month for the event and got gel put on them. They even grew long enough to get a short almond shape to them. They're a pink coral color to match the flowers on my favorite Michael Kors dress.
I work from home all but one day every two weeks, and my wife and I almost always get a mani/pedi right after my in-office day because I'm not out at work. I wasn't supposed to have to go into the office for another week, but they need me to switch it up. That means I need to cut my nails off and remove the pink gel. I LOVE them sooooooo much that it's going to break my heart to remove them tomorrow. I'm confident enough these days to rock my pink almond nails in boy-mode out and about, but not in the office. I find my income very helpful in the pursuit of more pretty dresses, so cutting them off is the lesser of two evils, but it really makes me sad. I feel like I need to give something up that I love so much because of the prejudices of others.
I know this is the story of our lives, but this time it actually hurts because I wasn't expecting it. It's more than about the nails. Now that I've achieved a sense of self-acceptance, the times when I need to compromise myself to satisfy others hurt more and more.