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NOW I AM BECOME AVOIDANT. DESTROYER OF POTENTIAL CONNECTIONS

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Eternally ruled

Daily reminder that when you demonize trans men who fit the cavetown, fluffy-hair, skinny boy, alt stereotype, its still trans erasure. Good intentions or not, when you try to make another group of trans people irrelevant and invisible, it's still hurting the community.

Stop going after your own community, trans people AS A WHOLE get enough shit from cis people we don't need trans people going after other trans people. We're on the same side here remember that.

Tw family stuff, dysphoria, sui ig

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Diary entry #6

My mood switched up so fast it's not even funny. Like 1 1/2 hours ago I was perfectly fine but now my grandma yelled at my sister and now I am doing awful. The funny part? I don't even 100% know what they were arguing about or even if they did argue for as long as I think they did, because I was listening to Dance Of Life by Maretu for as long as I could to avoid it.

She snapped at me too, even though it wasn't that bad it won't stop replaying in my head. She acts just like one of those bitchy high school girls, eye rolling and all and it fucking pisses me off. I should be grateful but I'm not because they (my grandpa and grandma) refuse to let me on T or- god forbid- even cut my hair. I can't even dress somewhat masculine because I look like a (d slur). Like 98% of the time they're okay to good, but those 2% moments make me wish I weren't alive.

I just want to be out of the house already. I don't know how much longer I can hold on. I can't live like this. I just can't. I don't like how I look and my body repulses me because it's not right and I can't do a damn thing about it.

I need to calm down but I don't know how.

Canon

i think toby fox giggles and kicks his feet whenever he writes a new divorce into one of his games

-my arms, they’re pretty neutral looking.

-my glasses are the big one; I feel like that one guy in animes where they adjust their glasses and it gives me euphoria

-my body hair, at least the little bit I have.

-my shoulders/collarbones (sometimes)

Thats about it lol

Ive felt kinda bad about my body the past couple days so im going to make a list of parts of my body that I do enjoy/give me euphoria

-thighs, I have some pretty great thighs

-hands, especially when I have nail polish on

-that little bit of fat under my forearm that wiggles whenever I move it

-the little tiddies that are starting to grow after almost 6 months on E

-hair, im really proud of how its grown out

-really all of my arms and legs, especially right after I shave them.

-my glasses, this one is kinda weird but I really like how my glasses look

Yeah idk feel free to reblog this with your own list of body positivity (please keep it relatively saw tho)

Repost these everywhere! Give if you have it!

Diary Entry #9

Tw internalized fatphobia ig, ed, dysphoria (but this is not an ed blog I'm just talking about this one time) diary entry under the cut

I can't stop binge eating, like it's actually a problem. I've been binge eating for at least 4 years, I hate it. I've tried everything to get rid of it. I'm in a terrible predicament where if I don't starve myself in the day then I will gain weight. I've had at least 3 ed accounts across different platforms, one of them is still floating out there somewhere. It was always awful and I feel bad looking back, I wasn't one of those accounts who were actively fatphobic because I'm not completely awful, but it probably wasn't great for my mental health.

But I think I've realized something. I wouldn't mind being fat if I looked like a guy, or at least I wouldn't mind it nearly as much. Whenever I starved myself, half the reason was to get rid of my boobs, I just hate(d) them so much. I always got caught starving, and I would always get yelled at.

There was no point to it. I would always get caught. But I wanted just a little bit of control over my life. Whenever I move out, I'll have control over my life. I won't have to be sneaky, I won't have to hide stuff. Life won't be perfect, but I won't have to hide who I am.

I hate my life as it is. I shouldn't really, as a lot of others have it much, much worse. But I can't help it. I'm living a lie, I'm not a girl and I don't want to pretend any longer. But I have no choice until I move out. Not everyone is so lucky with the ability to move out.

Sorry this entry was dark, I don't know what else to talk about.