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The way my hair pours in gentle waves down my chest and over my breasts after I shower reminds me of when I first had long hair in my, I think, early teens. I had seen plenty of fantasy novel covers and other art with women (or mermaids, or fem faeries, or what-have-you) painted with their hair strategically concealing those terrible female nipples that society has decided are inappropriate to view. As that young teen, I liked trying to arrange my hair like that, feeling like maybe I was kind of pretty (though I probably wouldn't have used that word): like a mermaid from a fantasy novel.
Still took another 25ish years to figure out that, just maybe, I was trans. I'm slow sometimes.
Another important update: I have new lemony body wash and it smells SO GOOD!