Some of us women go through the same agonies about being flat-chested...because we weren't born women. We make do in our early stages by filling our bra cups with balloons, rolled-up socks, sacks of birdseed or rice, or the kind of silicone breast forms used by women who've had mastectomies. Eventually, we go on hormones in an effort to feminize our bodies, and perhaps we, too, consider surgical augmentation.

After over four years of legally being a woman, and close to five years of estradiol, progesterone, and testosterone-suppressing drugs, I have real breasts. They may not be quite as large as I'd like them, but they're all me, and I still love them. And that's the lesson here for both of us...we can learn to love what we have. Especially if we had to work for them.