𝓝𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓦𝔂𝓷𝓷  💎

For what it's worth, I think many cis women can relate to this as well. There's always something to be obsessively self-conscious about. I want FFS so bad but the ideals of feminine appearance can interact in such a weird way with trans women's dysphoria.

Instead of "if I don't reach this goal, I'll be unattractive", it's "if I don't do this, I won't pass I'm basically conceding to being a man". Regardless if that's the case or not. Societal pressure of beauty and dysphoria go hand in hand and it's extremely frustrating.

I think this is a massively personal thing, person to person. For me, it has made a positive difference in my life. Bit it certainly isn't a silver bullet for dysphoria. My mind simply moves onto the next thing. Which in a lot of cases is still my face, and what i need to

.. do next to improve it. Or do i feel like my existing results are good enough. Or that i have facial hair that still bothers me. Or am i going to have to lower my hairline to look better. I have been told to be careful, because you can get a surgery 'bug'

This is something a lot of us experience, the transition self-oneupmanship. I’m almost 3 years on T, I recently had top surgery and while I don’t think bottom surgery is something I want it’s a lot more prevalent in my mind now that the other ones are done with

I definitely feel like there’s a shame we all feel around being trans, a kind of “for gods sake why can’t I be normal??” teenage tantrum feeling that’s pretty apt considering the puberty stuff. I’m definitely still not to terms with it.

Less days of feeling shit when I look in the mirror. Not zero but less. It was worth it personally.

I’m no authority on dysphoria, but body dysmorphia is something I’m pretty familiar with. It’s tough to satisfy the image you have of yourself, even when you take steps to achieve it, because the final result may not match what you envisioned.

I was never happy with my body no matter how much weight I lost or muscle I gained, because I never looked like I thought I was supposed to. It took years of actively monitoring my thoughts to reach some form of contentment.