• Tanis Nikana@lemmy.world
    55·
    4 days ago

    I went the other way. I went from an attractive femboy to a middle aged woman who hides under a massive purple beanie, with headphones on.

        • Ashenlux@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
          4·
          3 days ago

          HRT can doing amazing things even if you have gone through the puberty without blockers. Unfortunately, generics play a large part in that too, so it’s luck based. But don’t give up hope just because you didn’t receive blockers.

          I didn’t realize I was trans until I was 22, started hormones just before my 23rd birthday. Now 5 years later, I seem to pass and looking in the mirror doesn’t hurt much at all anymore. There is hope, even if you didn’t start when you where a teenager.

            • Ashenlux@lemmy.blahaj.zoneEnglish
              1·
              1 day ago

              Same. I have broad as fuck shoulders and wide chest. It sounds like you are listening to transphobes with there “archaeologists will know by you bones” bullshit. (And it is of course bullshit) Humans, regardless of sex and gender, come in all shapes and sizes. That’s doesn’t mean we can’t find happiness and people that love us for who we are. Everyone, cis and trans, has things about their body they wish was different. Even the trans person who was able to use puberty blockers. You need to find the strength and self love to accept those parts of you and focus on that parts you do love about yourself. It’s not easy, and it takes time, but you will never find happiness with yourself if you only focus on what you don’t like.

              • алсааас [she/they]@lemmy.dbzer0.com
                1·
                1 day ago

                My main emotions towards my trans-ness are deep disgust, disdain and a burning hatred TBH. I don’t always feel my emotions, but they are usually always there below the surface of what I perceive.

                Edit: On HRT this has gotten less, but I still have so much bullshit ahead of me, it’s maddening

                Also no, I’m not listening to that “archeologist” narrative, it’s just that my first puberty has done horrible damage on this flesh prison of mine, some of it irreversible or only so by invasive surgeries.

                And it’s nor just all those “little things I dislike about my body” in isolation, those things add up to a disgusting whole…