Freeing ourselves from the mental shackles that society wraps around us -- like barnacles that grow on the hull of a ship -- is an extraordinary experience. I'm not a religious person, but sometimes I think of it as being 'born again' as a different person, emotionally, but with the conscious mind of my former self. I keep asking myself how important was PM in this rebirth? My sense is that it wouldn't have been possible without it. Is that the reason 'Mirifica' in 'Pueraria Mirifica' is taken from the Latin word meaning 'miracle'?
Of course, our new found freedom to be the woman we've always wanted to be is only the first step in a long struggle to again find a place in an, at best, unsympathetic world. In some ways my experience these past few months has been like that of a frightened child; but also like that of a child in awe of a world never seen before, and like that of a teen, bursting with energy and enthusiasm.
When my wife took me shopping for girls clothes to wear, I couldn't contain the excitement and joy of checking out each clothing item and imaging how the soft textures would feel against my skin. I had a giant grin on my face and felt giddy, like I image an unjaded teenage girl might feel in a similar setting.
A lot of that newness has worn off already, but a lot remains. The funny thing is, now that I've tasted a bit of freedom to be a woman in small ways, I keep wanting more and more, but run into so many obstacles that make it difficult to grow into my new world. Many of these barriers are still coming from within.
Oh well, enough feeding of the mind for now, I need to feed the body some breakfast.
CK
Of course, our new found freedom to be the woman we've always wanted to be is only the first step in a long struggle to again find a place in an, at best, unsympathetic world. In some ways my experience these past few months has been like that of a frightened child; but also like that of a child in awe of a world never seen before, and like that of a teen, bursting with energy and enthusiasm.
When my wife took me shopping for girls clothes to wear, I couldn't contain the excitement and joy of checking out each clothing item and imaging how the soft textures would feel against my skin. I had a giant grin on my face and felt giddy, like I image an unjaded teenage girl might feel in a similar setting.
A lot of that newness has worn off already, but a lot remains. The funny thing is, now that I've tasted a bit of freedom to be a woman in small ways, I keep wanting more and more, but run into so many obstacles that make it difficult to grow into my new world. Many of these barriers are still coming from within.
Oh well, enough feeding of the mind for now, I need to feed the body some breakfast.
CK