I set the rule so I should be able to follow my own rules, nothing stands in my way. Except for the dysphoria.
I can't handle seeing my feminine qualititties. My body makes me so unhappy. My chest is really bothering me today.
I set a rule maybe 10 years ago. I said I'm not allowed to wear my binder for more than 7 hours at a time.
Boy howdy, I was quite ambitious.
Meanwhile I'm wearing my sports bra for the 2nd week in a row. It's brutally hard to look at my body in the mirror. And I get really bad hot flashes all day. So wearing clothes at home when I'm not gonna see people just doesn't make any sense. I just kinda figured I'd be able to handle the dysphoria.
Gosh, I was very wrong.
I'm also struggling with my weight. Pauley keeps saying I need to lose weight so I don't die. She's terrified that I am going to die and leave her alone with her struggles and I don't think she'd last very long without me. I know I would not want to go on without her.
She is my favorite person, my safe space, my best friend, my life partner and my family.
She's also a major pain in the ass and annoying cuz she kidnapped my cow 🐮 plushie. He's my baby.
#GenderDysphoria
