So, here it goes. Don't hate me for this!
With this post, I'd like to bring up a very delicate point, and one that might cause a bit of a fuss here: our own self-discrimination. As a disclaimer, I'd like to state very clearly that I don't have ANY intention of sewing hate or discord here, nor would I like to troll.
Let me start with a bit of background information. The last couple of years have been a rollercoaster ride for me, but right now things are going quite well and perhaps I might consider myself one of the lucky ones. There's a good job, an accepting family (except for dad, but that's also improving), a broad network of friends and an amazing response to the HRT (12 months and counting). Furthermore, my SRS is about 8 months down the line and it's with one of the worlds best. The bottom line is: WOW, I'd never have thought things would go so well, and I'm not even at the bottom of the rabbit hole... The HRT will still continue its magic for another two years, I'm already fully passable and my support network is amazing.
This has has a very profound impact on me, and perhaps it's only the beginning. But there's also a negative aspect, as I've come to feel it. As my life keeps getting better, there's this increasing feeling I'm judging myself – and all other women around me for that matter – on their/our looks, most of all. My mirror image is continuing to improve and so does the realization I might actually consider myself "just another girl" in some time, but this has had a weird effect when talking to other Trans*Women... Especially those of us who're a bit older and/or not that passable...
... In the beginning of my transition, with me not being passable at all, there was a lot of fear, self-hatred and loathing when looking at myself in the mirror. There was a strong discord between the happiness for taking the decision to start HRT and the mirror-image staring back at me. The thrill of it all versus the fear of 'not making it'. There was this half-baked man looking back at me in the mirror, and I hated myself for it.
As time progressed, the mirror image improved, but in some ways, the effect lingered when talking to other trans*women or looking at photos, and it feels so horrible! I of all people should be able to understand we are NOT to judge ourselves or our womanhood on our looks, but here I am following the same thought-patterns and feelings I've loathed in cis-girls for so long.
We're all sisters in our transition, and my self-image probably isn't that much different from those of us who don't pass as well or who're a bit older: we're women! Women who're capable of loving, caring, nurturing, but also women who're brave, incredibly strong people and so so resiliant!
So why do I sometimes *feel* so bad when talking to one of us who's not there yet, who doesn't lookt the part? My brains KNOW what she feels like, as I've lived the same predicament. But there are those horrible aspects of me feeling bad around them, as if it were a reflection of that nightmare I've had for so long. Why does this happen, and why do I still judge after all of these years?
Sometimes, I just wanna break down and cry, feeling like there's this constant battle with my own conditioning that clearly has a much stronger hold over me than I ever thought. How do you all experience this? Am I the only one? And how do we overcome this horrendous loathing? Because in the end (and I'm really clear about that): our own transmisogyny is misogyny directed at all women. Cis or trans, near or far, "good looking" or not.
I'm so sorry for asking this!