I’m sitting at the airport people watching and feeling the same discomfort with my body and appearance that I’ve always felt, and I wonder how many women don’t feel like that and what it’s like.
Its exhausting and honestly makes me want to not be alive a lot of the time.
Edit: All my t-girl homies spotting the dysphoria right away 😅, I didn’t really want this to be about my dysphoria I guess, but well spotted.
It takes a certain amount of courage to drop everything and follow your dreams. You know whats right. Make it happen. A la American punk ethos. I once did this, in my 20s I got strung out and had no choice but to hitchhike to socal. Never a freer time In my life. But that’s where it happens, on the edge of existence. I often dream of the potential I’ll never see.