I think i finally figured it out. Its hard to comprehend though...
So ive done a lot of thinking and ive come to realize that ill always have the little voice in the back of my head saying i really AM a girl. Its more so that I need to accept that and also that I need to tell myself this is who I am, and not that I need to figure out if I am actually am trans. Its more of me being scared that im going to regret it, but because of the thought ive put in to this I think I know who I am. Im also really scared because I know if I actually have this convorsation with my parents then they will accept me, but society is never going to accept me, and the world is such a dangerous place for trans people. Ahem the orange man. Anyway as I was saying that little voice is something I need to listen to more than I already do. I hate feeling disgusted in my own body, and staying up all night and making myself throw up because im so tired I dont want to go to school. I hate not being myself, but I can't really be myself until I try different things and I WANT to try different things but im just so scared that my parents will not accept me. I can tell my dad doesn't want this from me, and I really dont want to disappoint him, but I also need to realize that my health, both emotional and physical is more important than what other people think. Im just scared that I cant be the person they want me to be and im especially scared that im going to regret it. I dont know who I am, and thats okay, but its not okay when it gets to the point that I cant think correctly. And I wish I could talk to my parents, but I know for a FACT that they won't understand. I want someone to tell me who I am. Its so stressful trying to figure this out for myself, but I know I need to trust that voice. That voice knows better. I think. Unless im wrong. And if im wrong, and I cant figure this out then I just know its going to hurt me more and more until the point of where I actually cant handle it. But listening to that voice is so hard. I know what I NEED to do, but why is the thing I need to do always the hardest