I've seen the countless arguments online, that I could never be a woman. But I remember a time, when I would not be considered a man either. Gender is an absurd concept to me, society at one time would claim I'm not a real man, and now there are people who claim I could never be a woman.
I know women can be masculine, men can be feminine, we are all individuals and carry on our own personalities. I've met women who are far braver than me, who are able to take charge, and have a mental endurance I have never known in my life. That is not the person I will ever be, or want to be. I've known men, much like myself, who are timid, emotional, and very empathetic, all traits that society claims what women have.
The entire dynamic of what is man or woman gets confusing, and I'll never fully understand it when the rules of gender often conflict with themselves.
That is okay on some level, but it only leaves me more confused as to why I never have been happy with myself as a man. Something has always felt as though it were off, and I have never been able to pinpoint the reason why it feels off. There is no rational reason to it, it is always just there though.
I would prefer to be whatever it is a woman is, but I am okay with just being myself, which does not fit into the category of a real man, or a real woman for many people. I would like to be more comfortable with myself, when I look in the mirror I would like to appear to be a woman, the smaller body frame, the delicate features, breasts, smooth skin, a hairless face, a head full of hair, all of it. I would be so completely happy to just see myself, as I have always wanted to be. It is what I will likely pursue, and even if society does not accept me as a woman, I would likely be happier with myself regardless.
What society deems as gender confuses me at times, but one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I am not happy with the way I look, I have never wanted this form. When puberty hit, and I started to see the changes in my body I was completely devastated, I would pray to whatever I thought would listen, I would lay in bed imagining myself a woman, and have dreams where I woke up in my proper body and incredibly happy, only to really wake up, to the harsh reality that it was all fantasy.
The thing that bothers me most, is the "why" of it all. I wish I knew why I felt this way. There was no trauma in my life that would cause me to be this way, it is just an inherent feeling I've always had. Even as a child, I would look at my prettier teaches, and want to grow up like them. Without having the understanding of what is causing this, I am left in the dark.
Well, that is what I have been thinking about today. I am myself, not what society wants me to be, but I can not for the life of me figure out why I am the way I am. I can not understand why I want to be a woman, but then, I can not really understand why chocolate tastes so good, and why I like fluffy stuffed animals with big eyes, or so many other things. I don't even really understand why I am posting this
This is more like a page from my journal than a thread topic, but I just wanted to share it, perhaps get some thoughts on it. Am I just completely loony tunes or what?