Not since realizing that my feminine self is the best part of me. I was in denial about being transgender up until about eighteen months ago, and after ten years of having panic attacks and not knowing the reason why, and having my last coping mechanism break down, I finally had to look in the mirror and face myself.
I feel terrible guilt over having spent most of my life forcing the sweet, beautiful girl deep inside me to hide in darkness behind a mask of false masculinity.
But now that my true self has had a chance to taste the sunlight, no, I certainly don't hate myself. Even when I have to put on a suit and tie and go to work in male mode, and the panic attacks hit me like a sledgehammer, no, I don't hate myself. I may be just a girl wearing a mask, but sooner or later I will be able to shed that mask for good.