Reflections in the Mud

First off; it’s been a long month for me. My mother passed somewhat unexpectedly at age 88 before Thanksgiving. Dealing with dementia and declining health-stage 3 lung cancer, we admitted her to the hospital to find the cause of her recent tiredness and increased need for oxygen. Two days later, hospice called to meet, and she was gone in less than two days. I still have my father to look after, 94 and mostly going strong. My daughters were beyond valuable as things unfolded.

On the brighter side of life, my health is better than it has been in nearly 3 years. I’ve lost close to 30#, and I’m nearly back to a decent size. I still have 15-20#s to go to get to my personal and best-perceived weight. Me, like many of you, wish to be the Barbie doll we sometimes imagine in the mirror’s reflection. Our pictures never lie—even as we do. Sometimes, being male and beautiful is like gazing at our reflection in mud. It covers the age, the out of proportion body that we try to fit into that stunning evening dress, and the attempt at glamour makeup over garish. It is an extreme rarity for any CD to be amazing in all areas, let alone a cis woman.

Many of us live in the nether world of make-believe. I’m not here to condone that but to support it. Our mud reflection gives us a glimpse of what might be or might have been if our lives could be or were different—that feminine perspective. I look on with envy at the women on this site who have perfected their makeup skills or has the feminine shape that is coveted by us and many generic women alike. Each of us has one thing in common; we see and embrace the femininity within.

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We are our greatest critics and our strongest supporters—when we aren’t wallowing in self-doubt and anxieties. We allow ourselves to see beyond the clear reflection to the muddy one. It brings us peace and speaks to the soul that cries for answers and attempts to survive the anguish of our daily lives and responsibilities. Raise your hand if you would gladly take the pill to become totally female or have the superpower to transform into our Faceapp version of ourselves. We can’t, so we apply lots of makeup to bring her out, bind our stomachs with compression garments, paint our nails, and throw on our Sunday best to clear away some of the muddy reflection. It’s enough, and it isn’t.

I stay in the closet more out of fear and my responsibilities to those I care about. Would that change if I did? Most certainly. Would it be okay? I don’t know. If it happens, it happens. I didn’t have a supportive spouse (see my other articles) although I would love to meet someone who would be. I’m more than a crossdresser; something I now value about myself and see as a strength rather than a sickness. I adore the feeling of keeping most of my body shaved—legs especially in the colder months, and in my daily ritual of placating my feminine side before I let the male side interact with the world. Sometimes I wish for so much more, but I’m sincerely thankful for what I do allow myself to have.

I remember trying to go weeks, months, even years in between the opportunity to dress. That affliction I could never quell or bury deep enough. The stress it would cause until I was hateful to myself and those around me. Each of us has to take our own steps, in our own time, regardless of what others propose to be the “true path” to follow. You don’t have to go out in public, you don’t have to shave your legs, and you don’t have to pee sitting down… You only have to be you. You are on the spectrum of genderism. From 100% female to 100% male. I don’t believe that there are many if any 100 percenters out there. If you strip away the societal garbage and politics, it is much easier to realize that by sheer genetics we are a combination of our mother and father’s DNA. Thousands of years have only spread it more, which is one of the reasons that I believe we have so many who now question their place on the spectrum. I believe it will continue to grow and become something that will eventually cause the world to uniformly acknowledge; and what a better world it will be. Not in my lifetime I’m afraid, maybe not for generations.

So…slap some mud on your reflection and let your heart and soul find their peace, even if it’s only for an hour or once in a blue moon. There is nothing wrong with you or me…I’m still not going to stand on top of the mountain and shout it out, but I can achieve a calming balance. This site gives us the ability to share in our commonalities and to be both students and mentors to others. When you are about to chastise someone for being afraid of doing what you do or feeling differently, stop and remember that we all want to walk in those spectacular heels, but our feet come in sizes that many of those shoes won’t accommodate. Let’s not be judgmental and instead be uplifting and when possible—truthful and caring, and beyond all else, kind.

The muddy reflection exists for all of us. No one is asking for you to douse it with Windex and wipe it away. We also don’t need you to add extra mud either. If you can, like one another’s pictures, refrain from criticism, respond compassionately to forums, articles, and in chat. Share your stories in the article section—your triumphs as wells as your heartbreaks. In this little corner of the world, we are an extended family. When you find self-forgiveness, you can forgive the worst in others. A lesson that I again recently learned with the death of my mother. Her failing health caused some friction between my father and me. Now, I see only the man who has been there for her, my sister, and me. I’m blessed to have him in my life, and I will make sure that he knows it from now on.

I feel the same way with those of you who are members here and on CDH.

Play in the mud, and may you find joy and happiness in your lives.

 

Until next time…

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I've been on this path for nearly 50 years, beginning at age 7 when I wore my grandma's old dresses with my cousins. It felt natural. Later, I went through the fetish stage and fought with my insides. After my divorce 20 years ago, I let Brina out only to bury her away during another relationship. Now I accept that she is more who I really am and live my life in the hopes that my path will one of future happiness. Over the last 6 years, I've found out more about who I am, the path that I'm on, and what it means to be transgendered. I've also been much happier since I acknowledged and accepted myself for who I am. I'm still much in the closet as responsibilities take precedence. It doesn't help being an introvert by nature, but I will gracefully walk (mostly, ok, not so gracefully) this path as I become a better me.

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Haley Ann
Haley Ann(@cdhaley)
5 months ago

“When you find self-forgiveness, you can forgive the worst in others”. You are such an amazing author, you actually moved me to tears with this article. We are all so different, yet so very much the same. Thank you from deep in my heart

Rikki
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Rikki(@rikki)
6 months ago

I would be depressed so I admire your spirit. I have a 4×4 and really like it.

Here a collision with a deer is an everpresent possibility.

Hang in there!
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Rikki
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Rikki(@rikki)
5 months ago

Sometimes being us is insufferable, isn’t it? Are we all alone, even in community? Is this our fault, yet one that for some reason, we can’t avoid?

Cristina
Cristina(@jill131313)
6 months ago

Reflections in the MudThe title kind of says it all. When I look in the mirror I do not see a future I see a mess. I see how I have messed it all up. I have a dilemma I can’t go back and don’t want to but going forward looks bad too. Yes, mud kind of sums it up.

Autumn
Autumn(@autumn)
6 months ago

Thank you so much for sharing your story with us, Sabrina. I can relate to everything you shared. Thank you. Big Hugs.

Jane Mansfield
Jane Mansfield(@janeelizabethmansfield60)
6 months ago

December 10, 2021. Jane from Hobart Tassie. We have different origins, and interests, however, we all look on the mirror. Sabrina, has hit the nail on the head.
We have to clear all the white noise from our ears look at ourselves, and enjoy our lives. Reflection in mud sounds unique, but outsiders only see us from their perspective. Maybe, they should clear the mud from their eyes, and see us as we truly are.
Love and best wishes for the festive season.
Jane

Jackie Rusalka
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Jackie Rusalka(@jackier)
6 months ago

Lovely thoughts… yes we view our reflections through the lenses of what we wish we could be. I also have journeyed from being a cross dresser to understanding that I am trans and it is a part of me on that gender spectrum, that will always be a part of me as it always has been. Whatever clothes I don, I like myself and am awed by the journey to get here as a whole person. That’s what I see in the mirror…an imperfect girl, but one with one that likes who she is. No one can make you happy… Read more »

Terri M
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Terri M(@terrim)
6 months ago

Thank you for telling your story. I know it’s helped others.

Tanya1955
Tanya1955(@tanya1955)
6 months ago

Hi Sabrina, I was very much like you I stayed in the closet out of great fear I would hurt them close to me and of coarse my friends. I would really enjoy getting dressed up and putting my makeup on but new I did not have much time to stay like this. I used to go to bed at night dreaming of what could be and wondering if I would ever get there. Four years ago I got divorced and thought this is my chance, I completely changed my wardrobe and started to step out. The hardest thing was… Read more »

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TammyJ J
6 months ago

Great Articles Sabrina. I enjoyed reading them.

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