To me, saying "yes, I have dysphoria" seems to lack emotional impact. The word is... I dunno... too Greek, I guess. I know lots of people on a site like this know what it is and how it feels, and that should be good enough... I know I'm being irrational, but I can't help it.
Umm, maybe I should put in a trigger warning... better safe than sorry, I guess... if you don't want to hear about dysphoria, stop reading now.
Sometimes when I see myself in a mirror I can't look away and can't stop myself from thinking. I think, whenever anybody looks at me, that's they body they see. When somebody hugs me, that's the body they're hugging. If somebody falls in love with me, that's the body they'll see when they look at their lover. That's how all my friends and family see me.
EWWW.
Then I think, why me? So many people don't have to deal with this, why can't I be one of them? I usually need to cry to get the emotions out, but I always have such a hard time crying. I don't know if it's because of hormones, or because I spent too much time trying not to cry because I was terrified of being myself in front of people. (Death doesn't make me cry much either. Something about my ability to express emotion is seriously broken.)
Anyway, sometimes I buy into the stereotype that androgynes don't have it so bad and wonder if I'm really MTF (umm.. is that a stereotype? I don't know where to look for an example of it, and I'm suddenly doubting my memory

). It's hard to imagine growing up with a female body, but I'm pretty sure I'd be cutting my hair short and manly, binding my breasts, and stuff like that.
Other times I have a good day and stay away from mirrors (or am in denial) and wonder if I've been making a big deal out of nothing. I guess it all averages out eventually LOL