Mental ick, that is. For those of you who didn't see a post a few days ago, I had a wonderful weekend. I went out as Victoria two nights in a row, with friends and in public. I was asked to dance by a cute guy, and even the name Victoria was settled on out of the blue. The last couple days have been good, but this morning was a beast. I was doing my makeup (I still present as male, but wear full makeup). I was rushed for time, hadn't slept well, and didn't realize how hungry I was...but I started to call myself ugly names and hated the way I looked. I really put myself down, and then I had to throw clothes on and fly out the door. Just before getting to work, I just started screaming. Then later I was going through some photos on my phone and got to a recent Victoria selfie. It hit me that I loved being out this weekend as the real me, but now I dislike the current me even more than I already did.
It's funny, I never thought I had felt what is called gender dysphoria. I mean, I have always hated my body, am constantly analyzing myself, and have cyclical anxiety to boot. Even after starting the process of exploring Victoria, I didn't necessarily feel anti-birth gender. But now that I've enjoyed being the real me, to the point that I tingled with excitement as I drove to meet up with friends last Friday, I am hit with the GD. And I feel I need to get used to this for a while, as I'm still waiting to start therapy, and then am going to wait a few months after that to start Spiro, let alone waiting even longer for Estrogen.
I suppose the positive in all this is that I've been questioning and doubting my being trans. This really helps to show me just how much I am.