But, it turns out that of all things, a traffic jam in the pickles, olives, salad dressings aisle ended up giving me a big smile that will probably carry me through the day. I am not officially public as a transwoman yet, so I was just out in a fleece jacket, T-shirt, jeans, and running shoes, my hair in its normal braid down the back. No makeup, no attempts to add a few hints of femininity.
As I politely waited with my shopping basket for several indecisive ladies to decide which way to move in order to clear space for me to pass, I heard one old lady tell another (less observant or less mobile) lady, "we need to move to let her pass," giving me a smile. Yay! Maybe once I do go public I won't stand out as much as I fear I will. Who knows? Now, it is quite possible her eyesight was failing her, but even so, I don't consider my general blurry shape to be very feminine at all. I certainly have to hips, and even in a tight T-shirt I only barely have boobs, which this time were mostly covered by a shapeless oversized unisex fleece jacket anyway. In other words, in a situation where I had no reason whatsoever to be recognized as a "her", I was.
I know, hardly worth blogging about, but hey, I take my itty bitty victories seriously, wherever and whenever I can get them.