I feel like this all the time. After I started to activly talk about wanting to change, wanting to take T, wanting the surgery... it hit me. "<not allowed>. I have to wait, I have to wait at least a whole year because my sister is getting married and I have to wear a dress and pretend for one last time to be the prefect little sister." I got so pissed off, at myself for not wanting to ruin her big day, at her for making me wear something, look like something, be something, that I'm not just so her day isn't ruined. I wanted to scream, but all I did was sit there and cry, clutching my chest, so pissed at the world for making me something I should have never been in the first place.
I'm a cryer... always have been, and I'm pretty sure I always will be. It's frustrating to be ready to take those last steps, and to be held back by something that you can't change because you're trying so hard to be the good person, to be liked, to be... whatever. I try to look at it as... I have another year to earn as much money as I can so I don't have to borrow money and go into debt to pay off my medical bills when I have my surgery. I also look at the fact that, I WILL start taking T around the time of my sister's wedding. T in October of 2012, surgery the next summer. I have it planned, even though I know life doesn't go as planned...
I was told today, by someone who sees being trans, sees being gay... as a choice... that he didn't think I would do it. That I just had a chemical imballance in my brain that made me feel this way, that I didn't go to church enough (And then he proceeded to shove his version of the bible down my throat)... but... he sort of depressed me. I may not know this guy in 2 years, but after my short bout of depression, I was ready to stand up to him... to say, "You know, you're right, it is an imballance, I don't have enough testerone in my sytem to be who I truly am. And if you think I won't have the surgeries, then you really don't know me that well at all." (I didn't say it... because he started ignoring me after I didn't take very kindly to the bible talk... but I felt better just thinking it)
And anyway, I've turned this into a rant about myself. I swear I need to get my own blog or something o.0 The point was... yeah, I feel like I have these... things... hanging off of my chest all the time. I don't have a binder yet (one more week and I can order one though), but I do only wear sports bras, which help (not a lot... cause my are massive) but they do help some. And well... anyway... yeah, I hate my body, I hate looking at myself in the mirror, and I most certiantly hate that part of me the most. Just... yeah, it's depressing as <not allowed>. -.-