March 2010
5 posts
i hate my body.
no seriously, i detest it. i can’t even look at myself in the mirror because i start obsessing about how i just don’t look right. maybe that’s what it means to be dysphoric. i just don’t notice it until i actually see it.
i think now i am beginning to need to see a GP. something to do to feel like i’m taking steps towards a physical transition. i can’t stay...
i'm a coward.
if i can’t even come out to my schoolmates/the people around me, how am i going to get therapy? what am i going to tell people if i ever get on T? i don’t know how to properly come out to people. i mean all i’ve done is say “i’ve got something to tell you. i’m trans.” to a couple of close friends because i knew they would take it fine. i don’t know...
who am i?
i don’t think of myself in terms of gender. i never have, not since i was 5 or 6 and realised i was a boy stuck in a girl’s body. it look a long time to accept that i had the body of a girl and i guess i never properly got there. to be honest i still don’t think of myself as a man or woman. but i do know that i hate being called a girl, i hate that acknowledgement. frankly i...
