Oh Annaiyah, your words latch to mine strongly, almost viscerally. I get so excited with the thought of progress, only to be thrown back into the reality of my male body.
I started taking hormones two weeks ago, which feels wonderful in a way, but awful in another. The uncertainty is decreasing, and I'm happy to finally be on this path. But then I get hung up on looks, function, cost, the sheer magnitude of what I've begun to undertake. I call myself worthless, I avoid mirrors, and cringe at my own voice. I often wear makeup and women's clothing, but I keep having to shake frustration when I see myself and am just a boy playing dress up.
But I have to pursue this, because I know I've never been happy as me. This is more than physical, as is my transition. In becoming more complete, I have to believe that I will one day be able to fully accept myself, regardless of what might be "lacking" in the female sense. But even as I write this, my feelings surge and clash, the upheaval and reconstruction of self seeming inexplicably tumultuous
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