It’s a literal cage inside the most fundamental part of your body. You may conceal your arms, or maybe your legs. You can live without one of either, or even if you lose both, but the ribcage…?

I don’t think there’s a part of your body that’s more quintessentially “you”, apart from the brain, obviously.

You cannot hide it, there’s no escape from it, no matter how good you feel, it’s always there, like a fucking bloated wound, like you’re a bloated wound. Too big, too unnatural, forever tainting whatever breasts you could have with an unequivocally male silhouette. Even if I get nice boobs, they’ll look wrong and disgusting.

I can’t escape it, never. I can’t rip it off, surgeries are painful, invasive and futile.

My ribcage is male, therefore I am male. I am inside it, trapped by bone and never. Solidified, encrusted into my own essence, how could I expect to escape myself?