Let me start by saying something you probably heard a million times, "don't judge a book by its cover." That is an English idiom we desperately want to abide by, yet we seldom do. Am I right or am I right? A middle aged white women may say "Black Lives Matter" until she finds herself alone in an elevator next to a young black male, unconscious bias making her clutch her purse. It's all fine and good when you see a burly man dressed in women's clothing eating dinner across the restaurant until you find yourself with them alone in the restroom with only a thin stall wall separating the two of you. We want to believe that appearances shouldn't matter but the reality is they do.
Most of us use a mirror to gage how our appearance may affect others in the world. For many of us the image that we see reflected back does not align with the "best version of ourselves." This dissonance can be a great source of emotional pain for many of us. On the flip side it can also be a motivating factor which propels us to achieve our personal goals. A goal which others may deem superficial yet to us is rooted in something deeper. Rooted in the desire to create and bring harmony between our physical self, the way the world perceives us, and how we feel about our transient bodies. It is at this stage we embark on a body morphing journey like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly. Whether it be losing weight, gaining muscle, feminizing our bodies, or getting aesthetic medical procedures such as a hair transplant. Changing our outward appearance is a universal human trait.
Today marks 41 days since I went under the knife. I'll spare you the gruesome details that come with getting an F.U.T. medical procedure. Lets just say "no pain no gain." I must say though the entire staff at Ziering Medical were an absolute delight. They made the experience effortless.