Quote from: YellowDaisy on October 31, 2009, 02:25:27 PM
i'm 5'11, my shoulders are too wide, i have too much hair all over the place, my feet are a size 11 in men's shoes, and i'm hideous. i quit. i can't do anything to change it, because i'm a lost cause, low life scum, and i'll never be able to achieve anything other than long hair, and bigger breasts. i suck balls. what's the point in even living? screw it.
At 5'10 only two of my three (cisgenered) sisters are shorter than you. The third is just barely 6' tall, and I, a trans-man who doesn't pass amongst the general public, am 6'2, three whole inches taller than you.
I've seen some nice shoes in size 11. Women's shoes. If I run by size through Pennangalan Dreams (a shop that sells gothic/fetish shoes) I can see two pairs of dizzyingly high heels in your size, might not be your taste, but it sure makes me shiver at the thought of a woman in those.
My shoulders are wider than my hips, not by much, but they are. Same goes for almost all the (cis)women in my immediate family.
Hair can always be removed.
Either way, You shouldn't transition with the goal in mind to become a Victoria's Secret model. You should do what is right for you, to be "you".
And to top that off.
You can never know how good or bad you look. Because "you" are too close to "you" to see "you"rself without bias.
You aren't in a position to judge.
And in the end, it doesn't matter how you look. Someone, somewhere, can look at you and see beauty. We all have different tastes.
My brother is skinny with a coke-gut (like a beer gut but worse), a knobby head, crossed eyes, old glasses, and moves with all the grace of a hippo with brain damage. And he's absolutely gorgeous in the eyes of his short and chubby and flat-faced girlfriend and she's stunning in his eyes. The two of them are madly and love and getting married sometime soon-ish.
Just goes to show that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not the beheld.
So instead of worrying about superficial "problems" that prevent you from looking like an impossible and media enforced ideal of beauty that doesn't exist in the real world, just go "to hell with it" and be you.
Just you.
And to someone, somewhere, that'll be beautiful.
Heck, to ME, that would be beautiful. Just the choice to be "you".