So, long story short, my mom is taking me to the doctor to get blood work done on me because she thinks my depression (that claimed I didn't know the cause of) is a hormonal imbalance.
My mom says she's not homophobic, but the way she speaks of homosexuals proves otherwise. And she's definitely transphobic. I know this too well. For that reason, I can't exactly
tell her I want a therapist because I'm gender-confused (well, not confused, but I definitely need a therapist.)
Basically, my mom says she thinks I have PDD and I have to get blood taken to make sure I don't have a "hormonal imbalance".

Yaayyy.
On another note, I had to wear a dress yesterday to my friend's party. I almost broke down and cried during said party. It was awful. Then, a few of the girls from my school were there and were talking about how I actually
do have a body (I couldn't bind because of the dress I was wearing.) In all honesty, it would have made me feel much better if they had said I
didn't have a body.
So, pretty much, my weekend was just ridiculous. All I wanted to do was go home, bind, pack, cry, and hide in my room.
Oh, and to make things oh-so much better, I got a haircut on Friday that only makes me look more like a girl.

FML.