I was born male. That was the hand I was dealt and never imagined it could be any different so I ran with it as best I could. I found things to take comfort or even pride in. Stereotypical things that made me fit in or be closer to "normal", even just a little bit. Like having big feet, a deep voice that I've always been complimented on, etc.
Now these things bug me, which feels like a betrayal. They've been there for me for a really long time. Any time I needed to walk somewhere, BAM, set of feet that work perfectly well. Score!
I read a lot of folks saying they've always hated such and such about themselves, but for me these things were good for me and played a part in how I defined myself. Right up until I decided that I had defined myself all wrong, based on what others wanted and expected. So now I've got a sort of love/hate relationship going on with them. I guess it isn't too bad since we should try to be happy with what we've got, especially that which we cannot change.
Anybody else experienced this sort of thing, and if so how did you resolve the conflicted feelings?