Yes, definitely! That's me to a tee iamconfused, except the opposite way round! :p
QuoteI have never really had to much "disgust" about my own body. (I am rather small framed for a guy so it is ideal for mtf...)
This also applies to me very much. In fact for me, the whole unusual combination of having a pronounced masculine face perched on top of a slender and petite body, causes not only confusion for myself, but also seems to annoy people as well. Its been this way increasingly since puberty, and means I'm essentially the worst of both worlds - laughed at as being weak and feminine bodied, but without the prettiness in the face to gain any perks. I'm like the androgynous model Andrej Pejic...but the opposite way 'round, as his body is quite masculine and his face is very feminine. I'd rather have a pretty face and a more masculinised body, as it doesn't matter that if I could wear a size 6 dress with a passing figure, if my face looks like Daniel Dafoe (or Gollum when I stumble out the shower with wet hair).
So, yep, ever since 13 when I dreamt I had a feminine face and when I awoke I felt that the dream had felt right, I've hated having a masculine face, as its blunt, sunken but with useless chunky bits, its plain and makes the worst of my good bone structure and large eyes. Right now, my face is like a well-made and delicate chair that's been draped in a mouldy old thick carpet with bristly hair, then beaten to mishapen it and ugly chunky armrests added, just for good measure.
I smile, and joke about it, but, ultimately it increasingly angers me. I'm fed up with it all, and the issues this all causes.
I could go on and on about my face, tbh. Its a massive case of dysphoria for me. Blaaaaaaaah. Squrrels.
So question for everyone, when did you realise that your face did not "fit" your identity, and how did that feeling manifest itself?
