By no means do I want to sound ungrateful, but sometimes Christmas can suck and I just have to laugh.
Distant relatives must look at me, dressed in male clothes, short hair, and think "Wow, I bet she'd look pretty in that dress I saw a while back!"
My just be something about me ~
Sometimes I wonder if it's their way of being passive aggressive in the holidays, maybe just maybe if people buy me enough dresses and make up my dysphoria will melt away and I will embrace the woman inside I am rejecting through a phase of rebellion.
Ok, enough sarcasm for now

At times like this, those of us lucky enough to be with our families can only laugh when they think we'll enjoy the pink bubble bath set or glitter nail polish. They tried

Hugs to anyone not with their families this Christmas, you got all of us here if you need us <3
Happy holdiays
~Matty