It’s weird because some days I am perfectly fine. I can go weeks and months without hating every inch of my body…
Today is really not one of those days though.
I’ve had my lower surgery pushed back and I know it’s not on purpose and I know that it’s only by a few weeks but it’s just little reminders like this that remind me that I’m not cis and that I need to get rid of something that distresses me so fucking badly.
I know logically that it will be over soon, but in the past couple of weeks I’ve been called she twice and that’s been a fucking kick in the head too. Both were really confused accidents but it’s just something that still cuts me up.
That and Charing Cross have fucked my appointment about also, so I’m just really feeling it lately. Hopefully all of this will just get better really soon.