Quote from: muuu on December 13, 2012, 12:51:05 AM
Well, I really wouldn't mind seeing somebody else whine and be negative, other than myself... Like, it's nice to know that at least somebody else is into self-pity and hopelessness too!
Well, I feel a lot like you describe, except I'm a little further along ... at two years hormones. Same weight issue, 'cept I'm one of those lucky people who don't put on weight.
Now, I shouldn't be complaining too much about how I look, because I'm on the feminine side of androgynous - a little makeup and the right clothing helps a lot. However, passing as male is just as simple as forgetting the makeup and going out in more masculine clothes.
I don't really like that. I started at seventeen, and I was really hoping my appearance would be a little better than ambiguous... I also hoped that I would be able to fill out a bra, fit into girls' bottoms, and look good while showing skin. As it stands, an A-cup is still miles away, I need to wear a belt with size zero jeans because my hips are so tiny, and shaving my legs invariably makes me an aching, itching, burning, red-skinned mess of a human being.

I don't have to money to really take care of myself, or get electrolysis to finish up the laser job on my face, or clear away some body hair. The body hair, by the way, covers nearly every spot on me. It isn't dark and wiry, but it's... visible upon inspection. It's dark enough, and long enough, to make me uncomfortable with showing off, say... my back, shoulders, upper arms, torso, or whatever-else-have-you. I also need to get rid of some hair on my hands, but I don't imagine that stuff gets noticed too often. I have gross amphibian hands anyway, so nobody bothers to stare.
Until things turn around, my life is a big waiting game, as I can't even afford the government-funded SRS. Why? Because recovery and airfare aren't covered. D'oh. And who knows if my body will ever slow down enough to let me put on a few pounds - but even if it does, I'd like to be in good shape, and that means burning off lots of fat. I may never be able to have natural breasts, and this really upsets me... because implants are expensive, unnatural, and gross. I may end up getting them anyway, but I'd really prefer not to.
I know things will get better in time, but I'm so tired of living in the future... so tired of hating the present. So tired of hating how I look, and how I am. So tired of this eternal depression. I was happy for most of 2011... why did that have to go away? I miss happiness so much. I'm so tired of life, and all I know is that I'm lucky that suicide is still a scary thought. I feel caught between life and death, because... while I'm not really alive, I still breathe and walk.
That's a part of what makes me a ghost. I've almost always been that... not noticed, not living, not dead. Passing through life as more of a spectator than an actor.
Even now, after two years, I don't really feel that I'm able to fit in with females. I note, though, that I don't fit in with most humans in general... I mean more than socially though. My body, specifically, doesn't feel very 'female', but I imagine that this is mostly because I don't really notice my breasts. I forget to factor them in because they're... just so small. Unless I'm topless, it's easy enough to think I have a boy's chest.
But, socially... I'm still as awkward as ever. I'm too honest, a very poor sympathizer, I take things literally, and I don't usually consider the feelings of others when I speak. I can process their thoughts based on likelihood, but people's emotions elude me. That makes me very insensitive, at times, and this often leads to me hurting people unintentionally.
I had hoped that I would get even a little better at socializing. Perhaps that was an unreasonable expectation.
Overall, I feel like a failure... when you factor in my failure with employment in recent history, my ability to live life, and how I have changed over the years.
I feel like a flower that would rather wilt than blossom.
My patience will be tested, because I won't be able to further my transition at all in 2013. And I can still see a guy in the mirror.
Here's to the future. It's all I've got going for me.
(Making a new thread isn't worthwhile. Another crying thread would just be a waste of space, so I'll put this here, and if anyone cares... feel free to respond.)