A little over a month ago, I decided to give beard-growing a second go. I was curious how the facial hair would look at this point since the stubbles had gained ground since the last time I tried. The hope was that I might have enough to start growing a presentable beard and not just loose wisps.
I am now at that stage.
Here’s the result of not shaving my face at all. The sides are definitely not thick enough for beard-material. I even have growing peach fuzz for a mustache (though not visible in these pics). You can also see how long my my regular hair has gotten thanks to the pandemic.
So, a goatee it is.
Whip-out my friendly razor, carefully trim up, and ta-dah!
It’s great to see that I can grow a beard. The first time I started seeing hairs on my chin, I was ecstatic. Now that I’m finally at this stage, I’m not nearly as excited. Feels like I should be, but instead I’m contentedly pleased. I stroke my chin and look in the mirror thinking “Yes, of course I have a beard. It feels natural for who I am.”
Transitioning with hormones is a long process. It’s a marathon of waiting for the wanted changes to show up. When it comes to this beard, there are also the factors of age and family genetics playing a part. I actually didn’t expect to have this much hair unit I was 35.
But the beard’s here at 31, two and a half years after I started hormone therapy. I’m glad to be this far along in my transition. Below is a comparison of me in 2018 when I first started taking testosterone, and today.
So dapper. Love the before and after picture from 2018 to now. Funny how things change.
If things didn’t change by now, that would definitely be a problem. Glad things are progressing.