Ever since I got my binder nearly a year ago, it’s been smooth sailing, and completely methodical. Wake up, locate binder, smell binder, apply deodorant accordingly, get dressed, and go on with the day.
I often think about eventually/hopefully getting top surgery in the distant future and when I’ll have to no longer bind the hell out of my chest to wear a shirt. Those are good thoughts. Then I look down, and not-so-great thoughts commence. Dysphoria is really pretty lame.
I can barely stand to be out of bed today, I’m so disgusted with my reality of being stuck in this body. Can’t wrap tight enough, can’t escape these feelings, no-one around me takes me serious as a man.
I wear two binders all day everyday. I used to wear three, but I started getting pain under my armpit. I wish my chest were smaller.
My chest and my voice make me so insecure. I make my voice deeper and hardly ever leave the house without binding.
can I just be flat chested with pecs…please? I don’t care about been female, I just want to be boobles!
It’s not a phase when you have the urges to cut your chest open and pull all the fatty tissue out. It’s not a phase when you’re so broke you have urges to do it yourself.
(Not urges I’d act on, but you understand)
Wow that is depressing.
okay but is that michelle’s fault for pushing for healtheir lunches or is it school districts’ faults for cutting corner by cutting calories but not making lunch any healthier?
let’s look into it.
^^^Agreed. She is trying. School boards aren’t.