

If god loved me he would make me a cis girl from the start instead of making me beg on my knees for it


If god loved me he would make me a cis girl from the start instead of making me beg on my knees for it

I’ll cut mine off someday tbh they look so bad that it’s like a twisted attempt at recreation of female body, I’d rather be a flat woman tbh
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I hope no one who you call pretty in the future reads this lmao
I honestly think you shouldn’t but I’m just some random from the internet
Maybe you’re right, maybe it’s just dreams. It’s just weird how my body could like it so much but I’m disturbed the moment I wake up. It’s hard to piece my thoughts together
I get it, it’s exhausting. It’s not surprising that a brain is trying to look for an escape from notoriously draining social interactions in which you’re constantly doubting yourself and second guessing how you look.
I don’t know if I feel like that. I’ve never considered detransing this way, even if passing is difficult and all that, if it’s true to me I want to keep fighting. Always.
It seems like either my body is trying to send me a message, or is straight up torturing me, and I don’t know which one is more horrifying.
yeah there were so many detrans posts on that day? weird
is it something that would make you happier, or just take away from anxiety of being missgendered when you’re trying your best or something?
to me it seems like it might be deeper, something internal :(
Just btw, this is the first time I’ve considered this seriously since starting hrt
I honestly doubt that, it’s surreal that these kinds of things are happening to me, because detransing is so rare. I’m honestly also annoyed by the amount of detransing posts because it’s attention seeking, and I don’t mind people dooming, but idk at least play the game seriously? I’m tired
that’s a very responsible attitude from you and still extremely supportive and sweet, no idea who that is about but she’s lucky
I feel like after 2 years of addiction I cut myself off from my emotions and I don’t know what to do with them now that I’m mostly sober, if I’m sad I just sit still in my room
Honestly it sounds like a toxic relationship to me.
I won’t be begging. I’m doing everything I can to earn enough money for a surgery, and I’ll get there through sweat and tears. I don’t need someone who tortures me and expects me to ask him to stop.