I loathed puberty. Everything about it was wrong.
All I wanted was facial hair, and all my friends were growing it, and they were so proud of their little fluffy faces, as 13/14/15 year old guys are, refusing to shave for ages even though it looked a bit rubbish, because they were so proud they'd grown something resembling a beard, and there I was with my smooth skin and girly features.
For a while it was ok. A couple of my male friends were often mistaken for girls so it didn't matter. But then they grew up. And I got breasts. God, don't get me started on breasts... I put on weight as well, and I started to really hate my body.
And periods... Yeah they made me suicidal and they still suck massively now. Best time of my life was going on the pill over the summer for my mood swings and taking it non stop so I didn't have a period all through the holidays.
So yeah.. I hated puberty.
At the same time, though, there are still times that I can be relatively comfortable with my body. For example I've had sex, enjoy sex and will have sex again before surgery. Because somehow, sometimes, I can distance myself from the fact that my body is wrong, and enjoy the feelings. Things like this make me question myself, but then I look at the panic attacks when I can't bind, the self loathing when looking in the mirror, the painful feelings when people refer to me as 'sister', 'daughter', 'girl'...
Everyone is different and has different forms of dysphoria.