I think I sort of understand.
Just think of kareppayneoregon's image of the imprisoned female. (Edited to be correctly attributed

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Think of the female having been shut in a box, and periodically her voice can be faintly heard. The abuse beats that inner self into a form that is hard to recognise, and feel that can be loved, and certainly can't ever be allowed to express her self.
You feel hard, ugly, twisted, unlovable, unapproachable inside, and yet there are glimpses of what beauty actually lies within, through things like basic attraction, and others that take years to decode. Less, in the closet, more in the safe in the closet - for me I have always been over aware of certain aspects of my anatomy, and couldn't understand why others were not.
I'd suggest a therapist, tbh, because I feel that there is a long journey ahead.
Feeling vulnerable.
Sno