After I transitioned I had to ask my therapist if I had become a narcissist because I was captivated by my reflection and would just gaze at myself and spend a lot of time brushing my hair in the mirror. Seeing my reflection would cheer me up when I was down even. My photo roll went from very infrequent, glowering selfies to many happy grinning ones.

She told me that no I was not a narcissist. That after so many years of disliking what the mirror held that it was normal and wonderful to feel joy at seeing the real me reflected at last and that I could gaze away with no shame. And I do!

Makes me think about how rich people have easier and faster access to all kinds of medical things like HRT and surgery, and how I am also privileged to have fairly easy access to HRT