#because the other night I thought it'd be a great idea to do some sewing after midnight

[anxiously-avoiding]

kinda fun how like. I've been an openly trans person existing in my body for so long that I'll glance at myself in the mirror and see myself objectively for a second and it's weird. oh yeah, I almost forgot haven't had top surgery. I took that thought and threw it in the pile with "things I can't change unless I'm willing to go under the knife" and just. didn't bother thinking about it. Not worth my time or energy. I don't need my body to look a certain way to know who I am, sure, it'd be nice, but I don't need it.

There are so many things about my body that I can't change right now, and I've just learned to accept. When I go out in public, it's really annoying to be constantly misgendered because I don't need to wear a binder to see myself this way, and you shouldn't need me to wear one to perceive me as I am. (I dress like a 14yo boy, damn it, the least you could do is get my pronouns right and then treat me like a child)