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It Sucks to be Trans
There is no such thing as ‘trans joy’, for no one enjoys when the brutal truth stares back into their face through the eyes of the masses and their mirror.
As I write this, the song "Break Stuff" by Limp Bizkit runs through my mind and perfectly describes my mental state.
Just give me somethin’ to break. How ‘bout your fucking face?
God damn right!
It is said that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet, when I express displeasure at my manly body that I cannot change despite being on HRT for 15 years and a botched vaginoplasty, I am gaslit about who the fuck am I to decide if I am beautiful or not?
Really?
After 15 years of ‘those’ looks from others that say ‘’Why is that guy wearing women’s clothing?’’ or ‘’ Are you a man or woman? Is it okay that I call you a man?’’ and so forth, I cannot help but wonder who in their right mind would consider me beautiful. After 15 years of my sandcastle being eroded away by other's looks, snide comments, and worse, I finally snapped.
The castle has collapsed and is dissolving into the sea.
What’s the most fucked up about it, is there is nothing I can do about my body. Facial feminization…
