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Miss Anthrop: BTW- I love that top!
Thanks. I like it too, just certain family members, when they see me wearing female anything go ballistic, and I am so not exaggerating. If anything, I am being mellow and calm. I like the top too.
I can hardly wait till I get hair transplant, some more money, my legs rid of hair, and start to wear skirts and dresses, and I do not mean at home.
I just do not see why I have to fight and claw my way to being a female, while others are naturally the way that they want. I just want to be myself. Every day is like a fight in one way or the other.
One day, I would like to see the opposite.
Small photos hide a lot of sin. My arms and hands still have a lot of hair, just for whatever reason it does not show on the photo. That is interesting, considering my face is free of hair (it still has peach fuzz, though) and my arms have hair, but on the photo it looks the same.
Being female used to be natural. I remember once in junior high school (middle school now) I was sitting. A boy came up to me and said that I am sitting like a girl that boys do not sit like that. I can honestly tell all of you that up until that time, I never knew that boys and girls, at least in school, sit differently. I just sat the way that it was natural for me to sit. I paid zero attention on the topic, none. I was happy to hear the remark. I forget what I said in response.
Sadly, years of screwing myself by not being myself but rather living a lie takes its toll and not just in picking up small things like who should smile. I just to be a much happier person with dreams of being a cheerleader (female of course), dancing, and pretty much being a normal happy girl. Years if punishment, whether self inflicted or by society does not matter, takes its toll.
I see women around me being bubbly and happy and I am totally not like that. I am not saying that all women are bubbly nor had I been born properly that I would have been, but the pain would not be there.