When I tried to transition in 1989 I hated myself and hated being a man. And wow, was that a tough transition. When I detransitioned in 1991 I decided I needed to focus on accepting myself for who I was. I did a bucket load of psychotherapy and various self awareness courses. It took a while, but I got there after several years - I was able to say I did love who I was and able to accept myself and my body. Imagine my surprise though that it didn't change my deep desire to be a woman. Yes, I could accept I was born with a male body, yes I could love myself but it didn't make a spot of difference to my trans identity, just that the pain of not being genetically female was no longer overwhelming. At least when I approached transition this time it wasn't from a place of self loathing and I have to say, for me personally, it made a huge difference to my perception of myself this time around. I loved myself, I didn't loathe myself. And it made all the difference in the world.