I'm sorry about your troubles; I'm not sure what to say (always been bad at that), but I'll answer your questions.
Where do you get your self confidence from?
From my inspiration, from writing; from how I've accomplished something I've always dreamed of doing three times already: writing a book I love. I also love my personality, I love my imagination; I love to be in new situations, meet new people.
What are some ways you got/get over thinking you're less of a man at the end of the day?
I'm not the product of my body: I know who I am. Somehow, a tragic mistake has been made and this is how I've ended up. Tragic, yes, but that doesn't define me. I know who I am, and I suppose that is how I get through it.
How do you reclaim your confidence when someone has [unintentionally and through no logical fault of their own] stripped you of it?
It sucks and feels like an insult, but it rolls off my skin like water. At this point in my transition, I know that no one can possibly see me for who I am. This may become more difficult to get over once, when I've started T and people *still* get it wrong (or there are other issues that arise), but I suppose I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. [I'm not sure if that's what you mean by stripping of my confidence, but when it (the whole "wrong pronoun" thing) does happen, it jars me a bit, so that's what I took it to mean].
And any other thoughts you have on the generic subject of improving one's self esteem
To be honest, I really don't know. I've never been good at giving advice to people. All I can say is that life is ->-bleeped-<-ing tough—and it doesn't get any easier. You have to love yourself first before other people can love and respect you. You have to have a passion in life, you have to somehow make it all count. Don't know how to do that, but if you can figure it out, I'm sure you'll have a lot more confidence.
Quote from: Alessandro on January 08, 2010, 06:57:26 AM
When I was a kid I really thought I was an ugly girl. Now I feel I'm actually a fairly pretty girl but I don't want to be one. So whenever anyone compliments me on my appearance it feels like a rather circumvent put-down.
This sounds *just* like me—ugly as a little girl, somehow grew up to be something many people think is attractive. One of favorite compliments though (my second best—besides my good friend telling me that talking to me was like talking to a guy), was when I was told I'd be a beautiful man—oh, how I wallowed in that one for quite some time.