One day in 2023, I was scrutinising my body in a full-length mirror.
I did this a lot, this tearful ritual of self-flagellation – but this time, I noticed something that had never been there before.
Cellulite, dappled along the backs of my thighs.
The tears started flowing, as they often did. I wasn’t crying with horror, though, but with happiness.
Two years before, I had come out as transgender. Ever since starting Hormone Replacement Therapy (HRT), I’d been experiencing a rollercoaster of emotions trying to reconcile my outer appearance with my inner sense of self – but seeing the ...


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