The problem is that transitioning wouldn't solve a thing
The problem is, I (amab) don't want to be a woman of any kind. It's not really about identity, it's a fixation on this idealised fantasy of looking exactly like I want to. Which is impossible. No amount of hormones and surgeries can shrink my bones and make me look like I want to, it's far too late for that.
There's nothing that makes me feel worse about myself than seeing an obviously trans woman. Tall (like me or even a bit shorter than me), with a massive head and broad shoulders. Which is what I'd end up like if I completely lost my sanity and went through this process. I just hate myself. I hate the little kid that didn't take literal castration fantasies seriously and thought they were a normal passing thought because "puberty makes everyone uncomfortable". I wish that kid would allow himself to experiment and to admit that he wants to be a girl. I'm a very peaceful person. I condemn all kinds of violence. I never even raise my voice. But if I had a time machine and could go find that little kid, I'd beat the sh*t out of him.