Poll: Do you accept yourself?

[PixieStix]

I love myself, but I also dislike myself. I've been working on loving myself and all my transiness. I'm slowly making progess

[Megan.]

Yes,  I'm not sure what I am, but I'm fully comfortable with it.
It didn't come easily (see my early posts), but comfort and acceptance in ourselves is freeing and empowering. X

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[CallMeKatie]

It's curious as in the last five years I've learned to love myself and accept this is who I am.
As someone who few up hating every aspect of myself it's so finally nice to just...get on with things.
I accept who I am and I think that is why I am still fine with having a male body.
I don't hate any aspect of myself as I like myself.

I still want to look female because that's me and that is something I've also accepted

[Devlyn]

Do you know what's holding you back?

Warning rant incoming

Up until now?... A number of things

hhmm , fear maybe? Loneliness, head thoughts... tried to control it for too long, to much confusion, ive always just let life happen to me which hasnt been great experience, my self image, self sabotage? (im not talking drugs, alchahol, im just talking not wanting to live but not suicidal either) depression? shame, alot of questioning... it drove me crazy, maybe some latent trans phobic thoughts about myself? how my life currently is/was idk alot of things i guess, being Asexual ive always felt too vanilla, at the same time i didnt want to be labeled ->-bleeped-<- or whatever feel like im letting down my mother who i live with currently, my financial state is depressing LOL  my mental state as a whole.... my weight, my self esteem as a whole sucks, i dont have a very supportive family, save for my mum who in my head she just wont understand, half the time i dont understand it, and ive never felt like i could make her understand, sometimes it comes and it goes, sometimes its like yelling at me, sometimes its little more  than a whisper of just hating being a man

And probably the biggest fear
not knowing if i can do SRS because of health problems

Ive already said it feels ridiculous sometimes to think these thoughts 

it hasn't always been like oh yep im Transgender 100% only recently that ive let myself think about it feels more like yep im Transgender, not long after first thinking about wanting to be female and that maybe i was Transgender, my dad passed away just as i was working the nerve to tell my parents, so that was quite the demotivation i was only 19 im 31 now, but too make matters worse it seemed to unleash a crap storm of just bad for years after it never felt right to come out and start transitioning, felt like something else was always more important at the time this was going on (something i told myself quite abit), a couple of family members living in my household at the time were/are narcissists which was quite overbearing at times again making it never feel quite right i had some other family tragedies and it just never felt right so it made it hard to accept myself, meanwhile the nagging of wanting to be female/gender dysphoria just wouldn't go away, as much as i tried to wished it would

I guess with my dad as a kid it always felt like he tried to dissuade any signs of me being Transgender idk i felt like if i told him before he died i would have lost him, thats sort of transfered to mum a little bit 

its sort of felt like

- other more important things from other people....
- loneliness, like maybe it wouldnt happen for me 
- feeling stupid
- other people
- looking after mum
- depression + Grief
- other health issues
- is it just in my head?
- getting too caught up in the questioning
- my sexuality (whatever that is)
- is this real?
- my dysphoria

Maybe ive thought about if i didnt pass at times

i know ive said some of this before but i felt like it was worth mentioning again since you asked....

but as much as ive fought against it, tried to live as a man, and tried to ignore it, it just keeps coming back

sorry for the long post, i know i can be quite pessimistic and

Fast forward to today, and im just trying to push all that aside so i can do it because i do feel slightly more accepting of me in 2018 , but still its hard to overcome it

Big hug! Thanks for opening up, rants are always welcome here. 

You do list a heck of a lot of things, a veritable mountain. The only way to tackle a mountain is one step at a time. If I can suggest one thing to you it would be get your weight where it needs to be. That would boost your self esteem, and put you in a better position for other things...like mountain climbing! 

Hugs, Devlyn

[Maddie86]

I put yes, because overall I do. I accept who I am in a way I never did before. Am I where I want to be? Nope, not by a long shot. I also accept I have a long road ahead.

yup, this is where I'm at too. I always tried to run and hide from who I was but right around this time last year I decided to embrace it

[VickyS]

That is a very difficult question to answer.

Living as a male, I hated my life.  Then the whole transgender thing finally exploded in my head and there were pieces scattered all over the place.  I'm trying to piece them together.  I can now see that there is a brilliant white light at the end of the black tunnel I was in (still am in it really).  I used to think that every day that passed was another one closer to the grave and that I didn't really care if I lived or died.  Now when I think of the future I want to look after myself and want to live!  I'm still not there yet but I'm trying to accept who I am and I do love it.  So, the answer is:  I'm learning to accept myself and it's much better now than it has been. 

[Denise]

Accept?  Absolutely.  I accept who I am for the first time since I was 4 years old.  I am a Transgender woman and I'm happy for it.

[Geeker]

Do I accept myself? Sometimes.
Do I love myself? No, not really. Not for a long time.

I accept that I know how I feel about myself, and that the fear of losing what little family I have left keeps me from moving forward. I accept that my life is pretty ok, except for the me that lives it.