
Ness
They/Them pronouns, please
- Aug 28, 2019
- 248
I hate my body.
Being viewed as a woman, or girl because of how short I am, is frustrating because it puts expectations on me to do things like have kids. I don't want to have kids, I don't want to get pregnant, I don't want to hurt for a week every month because some bullshit need to procreate. If I could get rid of these breasts and uterus, I would. Unfortunately, even just reducing the size of my breast requires me to be a certain weight that I just can't manage to get under. And according to the health professional I saw about it as a teenager, I only had 'til a certain age to get it done for free and well, I've passed that age now.
So yeah, I hate my body. My breasts who are too large, that need bras that cost more and hurts my back no matter what I do, that are always in my way. My uterus who commits suicide on me every month and still keeps on coming back for more even though I don't need it to function like it's supposed to for someone who wants to become a parent, and repeatedly changes when it comes because I'm around so many other people with one that it decides to sync randomly with some passerby from class. My short legs who can't even keep my balance, that trip me over on the flat ground and let me crash onto my shins and knees and then proceeds to bleed everywhere. My eyes who suck at seeing right, forcing me to need to get my eyesight checked for anything official like getting a license or reading from a distance. My hearing which sucks just as much, confusing me on what people said and sometimes leaving me to ask people to repeat themselves several times 'til they just give up on me entirely. My teeth which I'd love to get fixed so long as I don't have to be conscious around a dentist after a childhood of dentists who liked to destroy me emotionally. My chubbiness that makes it impossible to find jeans that'll fit and not cost me both my legs while at it. My back that can barely carry anything anymore, aching with my shoulders if I have to carry my backpack for longer than ten minutes. My brain that'll only retain all the memories that hurt me and none of the important information needed to get through life.
I hate all of it. This entire body that I wish had never existed.
Being viewed as a woman, or girl because of how short I am, is frustrating because it puts expectations on me to do things like have kids. I don't want to have kids, I don't want to get pregnant, I don't want to hurt for a week every month because some bullshit need to procreate. If I could get rid of these breasts and uterus, I would. Unfortunately, even just reducing the size of my breast requires me to be a certain weight that I just can't manage to get under. And according to the health professional I saw about it as a teenager, I only had 'til a certain age to get it done for free and well, I've passed that age now.
So yeah, I hate my body. My breasts who are too large, that need bras that cost more and hurts my back no matter what I do, that are always in my way. My uterus who commits suicide on me every month and still keeps on coming back for more even though I don't need it to function like it's supposed to for someone who wants to become a parent, and repeatedly changes when it comes because I'm around so many other people with one that it decides to sync randomly with some passerby from class. My short legs who can't even keep my balance, that trip me over on the flat ground and let me crash onto my shins and knees and then proceeds to bleed everywhere. My eyes who suck at seeing right, forcing me to need to get my eyesight checked for anything official like getting a license or reading from a distance. My hearing which sucks just as much, confusing me on what people said and sometimes leaving me to ask people to repeat themselves several times 'til they just give up on me entirely. My teeth which I'd love to get fixed so long as I don't have to be conscious around a dentist after a childhood of dentists who liked to destroy me emotionally. My chubbiness that makes it impossible to find jeans that'll fit and not cost me both my legs while at it. My back that can barely carry anything anymore, aching with my shoulders if I have to carry my backpack for longer than ten minutes. My brain that'll only retain all the memories that hurt me and none of the important information needed to get through life.
I hate all of it. This entire body that I wish had never existed.