The first day felt amazing, I was like, holy shit this is the best thing ever I'm gonna take a picture every 6 hours of my amazing hair, and then the next day, it was back to base. I still feel like shit. Why am I never satisfied.
I'm sorry, I don't know how the song went, but I remember it had a dreamy, lo-fi vibe. Kind of like "Brian is the most beautiful" or "think of me once in a while"
The artist and song name was something like "paralyzed" "I can't take this" "I'll be gone" or something of that sort, just a normal sentence. I really don't remember any tones, just a vague image of the music video that had a dark blue sky and some trees and the vibes.
Years of wondering why the fuck my boobs are so big and why I'm so fucking short and endless nights crying myself to sleep because my body is an absolute fucking abomination only to realize every single fucking doctor I've went to prescribed me fucking estrogen even FOR FUCKING MENTAL ISSUES I GOT PRESCRIBED MEDS WITH FUCKINT ESTROGEN IN THEM
People are soooo scared of doctors filling their kids with hormones and transing them but IT'S ALREADY FUCKING HAPPENING AND IT'S BEEN HAPPENING AND NOBODY FUCKING CARES
Testosterone will do absolutely fucking nothing at this point why don't I just kms rn
Also I'm 17 so don't be weird.
Edit: y'all I'm afab and ftm trans. Why do you think I wrote "my boobs are so big" instead of something like "my chest is so big it looks like I have boobs" goodness gracious.
Edit 2: Wow. I'm truly touched. I'm not good with expressing myself at all, but, a somewhat heartfelt message is written below.
I only recently found out I'd been on e unknowingly. Like, 4-6 months tops. I felt so, utterly alone. The queer spaces I was in were dominated by trans women who couldn't relate to me, some even ridiculing me for feeling this way when it's their dream. Some telling me to calm down and that I was overreacting.
I'm sorry so many of you suffered, and continue to suffer, like me. Thank you for typing your sweet comments. It feels like I've been alone for so long, and all these thoughts and feelings I've bottled really made me lose touch with the reality of it all: that it'll be fine at the end. Maybe it won't be a 100% good, but it's not over for me yet.
Again, thank you. I hope we can all grow beautiful wings.
I've tried like 50 times already. Every time I hit my password and press confirm, it says things like "Hit a snag, try again," "minor hiccup, try again"
What's going on???