I started removing the hair on my face
Before I even knew that it was noticeable.
Subconscious removal made me revel in
The fact that it was a normal part of
Day to day life.
Take a blade to your face
Rinse away the wounds.
Start again fresh and new.
I have done this almost every day
For seven years.
But now
I pay a Russian woman
Almost $200 a month
To take laser heat to my face
And burn the hair
From the inside out.
Transition usually comes in that order anyways.
The laser hurts my face
And reddens my skin.
Usually I hide behind my scarf
On the train ride home.
One time I forgot it
And wondered if people noticed
The red spots all over my face.
Making the pain of my transition
Visible.
How ironic that it is painful moments like these that
Bring me so much joy.
I think that it is because one day
I know that it will stop.
And my body’s largest organ won’t have to bear its beating
Once more.
And at last
I will be free.
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This is so beautiful. Thanks.