Yes, I had read all about the fat redistribution that happens with testosterone treatment. I thought I was prepared for it but YIKES! My main gripe lately (always with a chuckle and tongue in cheek) has been: “No one warned me about how hard it is to live without hips!!”
I used to use them as a sort of shelf to help me carry things. No more. Last time I tried, a few months ago, the box just slid down. Now I get why men carry boxes by holding them up on one shoulder. It’s not macho, it’s just the only shelf they got!
And PANTS! Sheesh. Makes me wonder why, traditionally, men have been the ones wearing pants. Even with a tight belt, I have to pull up my jeans CONSTANTLY. Of course, it doesn’t help that I wear binders made of sleek material that probably enables the sliding even more but still . . . I’m thinking of making a bold fashion move and bringing suspenders back in style! Not slung down under the hips like my butch brethren either, but actually in functional mode!
Oh well. I always like to look on the bright side of life so . . . on a final note . . . it sure as HELL beats having periods. 😀