In the last couple of days, I've had a couple of different people at different stores treat me like a woman, and it feels really good when it happens.

The first was at the gas station (its the same one I went to the first time I left my house in a skirt), and the staff there has never failed to call me miss or ma'am.

Then today I went to get new steel toed shoes, and the sales lady led me to the woman's shoes without me even asking for them specifically.

To make the day better, I was able to find a pair of women's shoes with a steel toe that actually still look feminine that fit me.

So I'm kinda happy right now, which I guess is understandable, but curious. Despite every bit of doubt I still struggle with, these moments are so positive that they are my only answer to those doubts.

Ah, well.