Naked Weapon
Watch another angel die
- Jan 7, 2024
- 104
I'm here to make another "being trans is hard" post, but in an effort to see if anyone else understands.
I always knew I was in the wrong body despite not caring about my gender. I played with boys' toys and girls' toys. Wore boys' clothes and girls' clothes. When the clothes came off, however, I wanted to flay myself. I hated the way my body looked and the genitals attached. I was never sure what to name myself or refer to myself as because it felt like less of an issue of the mind--and more of the body. I felt the urge to remove myself from my form from such a young age that this hatred weighs on me. I look at myself and cry.
That is not to say that I didn't try. I did HRT to look more feminine. I've had a gender-affirming surgery and changed my name and gender marker. But none of this has alleviated my dysphoria. I still feel just as I did in elementary school. No matter how many medical professionals I tell, they do not understand. When I went to see another surgeon, he even laughed at me when I described my thoughts on my transition. I can't ever seem to be content, let alone happy with my body because I know it will always be wrong. I have no issues with gender, and if I were born correctly I might even still consider HRT to go the other way. It's just that that's the body I want. Not this. I see other trans people slowly start to feel happier and happier after medical transitioning and while I feel happier with them I also feel slightly jealous. I have no doubts that what I did was right (I'm not regretful or wanting to detransition in any capacity), but I don't have anything else I can do. Do I just want an excuse to attack being born at all?
Death is seemingly my only way to escape constant body horror. Why couldn't I be born in a body I could live with? It's not a matter of "my gender will never be valid", but "my body will never be right".
I always knew I was in the wrong body despite not caring about my gender. I played with boys' toys and girls' toys. Wore boys' clothes and girls' clothes. When the clothes came off, however, I wanted to flay myself. I hated the way my body looked and the genitals attached. I was never sure what to name myself or refer to myself as because it felt like less of an issue of the mind--and more of the body. I felt the urge to remove myself from my form from such a young age that this hatred weighs on me. I look at myself and cry.
That is not to say that I didn't try. I did HRT to look more feminine. I've had a gender-affirming surgery and changed my name and gender marker. But none of this has alleviated my dysphoria. I still feel just as I did in elementary school. No matter how many medical professionals I tell, they do not understand. When I went to see another surgeon, he even laughed at me when I described my thoughts on my transition. I can't ever seem to be content, let alone happy with my body because I know it will always be wrong. I have no issues with gender, and if I were born correctly I might even still consider HRT to go the other way. It's just that that's the body I want. Not this. I see other trans people slowly start to feel happier and happier after medical transitioning and while I feel happier with them I also feel slightly jealous. I have no doubts that what I did was right (I'm not regretful or wanting to detransition in any capacity), but I don't have anything else I can do. Do I just want an excuse to attack being born at all?
Death is seemingly my only way to escape constant body horror. Why couldn't I be born in a body I could live with? It's not a matter of "my gender will never be valid", but "my body will never be right".