So I've been having a knock-down drag-out argument with myself for a few weeks now, and I figure the fight will go on for a while.
It's all about my boobs. They're huge, unbindable, and after nursing three kids and losing 90 pounds, look more like semi-deflated balloons that hang nearly to my waist.
When I'm in guy mode I want them gone. I imagine myself with a well-muscled, flat chest. I don't hate having boobs, no dysphoria about them, but I also would love to see myself with a typical male chest. I also imagine myself fully transitioned, and it's awesome. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The only downside is I'm pretty meh about male clothing options and not thrilled about short hair. They don't much appeal to me. But at the moment I'm in boy mode and I want to tell the girl in me to stuff it. I'm gonna be all the guy I can be.
When I'm in girl mode I want a boob lift, to make them perky and pretty again. I love them. They're a major part of my identity. I'm okay with muscled-up chest and shoulders, which would actually accentuate the boobs and create an awesome amazon warrior look, with long brown hair, my preferred hair choice (I caved to my guy side on Monday and cut it short). And I adore my wardrobe and am obsessive about my earring collection. And necklaces. And shoes. LOL.
I wish I could just pick one, and stick with it. I love being bi-gender, and I hate it. I want to settle into something, to just be.