So I'll let you in on a secret: I suffered from debilitating OCD for most of my life (beginning at Kindergarten). These weren't some quirky 'Monk' type antics, this is 4-5 showers a day, wearing surgical gloves in my daily functions, unable to touch literally anything without having to wash my hands afterward, unable to eat anything my parents directly or indirectly touched, zero physical human contact psychosis.
This OCD was obviously a fearsome beast, and extreme GD anxiety only served to exacerbate the issue. It was almost a comfort in a way, having something trivial I had complete control over and could obsess over when I was so miserable with my own body (with which I was obviously powerless). Once I came out, and began pursuing my transition, the symptoms of my OCD finally began to fade. Medication had failed in treating it every time, but unsurprisingly being content with myself brought a serenity more powerful than all the paxil/Zoloft/Lexapro combined. I've been getting better and better, since coming out roughly two years ago, and being on HRT for one; I can let people touch (some) of my things, I can hug (some) people, and I can eat food prepared by (some) people. The progress has been tremendous and it appears to only be improving.
Unfortunately, OCD doesn't really work that way, being more something you get under control than 'defeat'.
You see I am extremely fortunate for a transgirl: shorter side, small framed, high voiced, zero body hair, could never grow facial hair to amount to anything, etc.; I have a great starting point, but despite repeated assurances to the contrary from my friends and SO, I cannot accept that my face is anything other than rigidly masculine. I've been trying to overcome the perception by forcing myself to confront it (using a picture of myself as my avatar for example) but have been pretty darn unsuccessful. It doesn't matter how many good pictures I take, the second I catch myself at the wrong angle I see Ted Danson, Ron Perlman, and any other super-macho faced dude you can imagine.
I'm not so far lost that I'm blind to the consensus of those around me, which is why I'm worried the OCD has just manifest itself in a new, particularly troublesome way. What if I fix my face, then immediately begin focusing on some new imperfection?
Has anyone else similarly dealt with a specific, pervasive obsession related to transition? Has anyone found a way to overcome those obsessions? I'm terrified that I'm not seeing what the rest of the world is seeing, and I'm just magnifying my perceived flaws in my mind to ludicrous, impossible, unhealthy extremes. I don't want to end up like one of those people with 120 million plastic surgeries who look like pool toys in their crusade to combat their own insecurities. I'm worried, however, that just the way my brain functions/my brain chemistry will inevitably fixate on something and I'll never be happy with myself.
I don't want perfection by any stretch, in fact I'd very happily settle for 'homely'; but no matter what I do, no matter who reassures me, all I see is horrendously ugly. (and let me keep this clear in stating I know I have a problem; I know deep down I look friggin' normal but I just can't see it)