Seeing other men is like a knife in my chest.
No amount of money will ever give me exactly what they have, what they were born with.
I have an unhealthy amount of envy for them, and I get bitter, resentful, towards any man I see. Even complete strangers.
I feel guilty in a way, but I also do not. I have a reason to feel the way I do.
I work in an all male factory, no one knows about me.
Summer is approaching and that means everybody is wearing just a t shirt so they don't sweat to death in the factory.
Me? I'm still wearing at least a tshirt with a dickies type work shirt overtop, the kind with thick material so the lines of my binder and stuff isn't obvious. Sweating. And sweating gets on my nerves cause when my body temp rises, I feel like my binder consequently stretches out. Making my chest less flat. Which is something I'm anal about.
I see the other guys all happy go lucky, joking around, horseplay, their man boobs no matter how big or small hanging out...still accepted as men.
I get paranoid when I go to the bathroom cause I wonder if they wonder why I always use the stall, and half the time sit down. I know alot of guys prefer to do that, but still.
I feel ashamed. I feel sub human. I feel like everything I see is constantly mocking me. And I'm crawling in my skin. I don't want to be alive most days, but I've said this before and it won't change until I get top surgery. I started saving, but got a long way to go.
I feel like nobody gets it. I feel alone. I work up to 84 hrs a week and shove as much as possible into a surgery acct. Still I feel like its all for nothing, cause my goal is so damn far away. I want this more than life itself, so I can finally live in peace with myself, and stop looking in the mirror and having thoughts of suicide, so I can wear just one tshirt and not sweat to death like a normal guy, so I can be free. I don't hate who I am inside, but the more my outsides mock me, the more I hate myself. I didn't ask for this. I didn't choose this. I just want to be alive, instead of suffocated.
I don't really know what the point of this is. I just need to get it off my chest, cause I don't have family or friends I feel comfortable talking to about this. I have me. that's it.