In the grand scheme of hating things about my body, the dangly bits rate no where near the top. We've had a lot of great times together. Sure, I'd rather not have them if I had a choice, but not hate them. There are far far more important things that I do not like that keep me from being the woman I dreamed of being. Panty checks aren't even a blip on that radar.
Yet, at the end of the day, even with all the low self esteem deficiencies I see when I look in the mirror, I still achieved my dream and experienced the joy of being seen as and accepted as a woman.