If I was the sex I spend so much time obsessing about,
how would my life change?
The answer these days after working on myself for a long time:
not very much.
After all, even as a woman I would be wearing the same sort of clothing (yes I've managed to modify my wardrobe considerably) that I do daily. As a woman, I would be doing the same sort of things too.
So, why the drive for congruence??
It is hard to not be seen as just a little beautiful when that is how you feel.
When quiet and alone it is hard to forget my body is wrong.
When in a social situation where I'd love to dress up and show who I am, my body image is wrong so my clothing is wrong and it makes me feel wrong too.
But do you know the hardest part these days?
When in a serious conversation about social issues it would be so great to be able to fly my freak flag high and proud!