For the longest of time, I've felt that I've been in the wrong body... not to the point where I'd consider a sex change operation (my parents would NEVER allow me, anyway), seeing as it is expensive, probably painful, and permanent. I'm female, but I often dream of being the opposite sex, BEING the sort of person, the collection of traits I admire in a guy. Unfortunately, I've grown up in a conservative family... my mom does make an effort to understand, and I appreciate it, but it doesn't extend far enough. She is under the impression that I've 'put this upon myself', as in, read so much about this disorder that I've caused it. Maybe the 'symptoms' have been surfacing more strongly because of this, it could be, but I know that tomboyishness and semi-rebellion of my femaleness have started long before I could label my confusion with a name. I know I can't even THINK about confronting my dad... I can't imagine what he'd say, really.
Sometimes, I do consider what would happen if I lived life as a man. The thing is, I would have to tell the someone I loved the truth, which could send them packing. Being honest with oneself matters most... and redeciding one's gender seems to bring about its own share of problems, unfortunately.
Heuuui. I don't like fashion, I hate shopping for clothes and shoes (my mom practically does it for me), and I really dislike the superficial things which make me a woman, summed up by the word 'breasts'. Nyuurgh. I can't help but think that my gender is one of those 'luck of the draw' things, in which case fortune wasn't on my side.
I dream often of being a man, wondering how life would have changed if I had my personality intact, if I would know more people... I'd want to be the friendly and protective sort, the older brother type. In all, I feel I'd love myself, not in an arrogant sense, but be able to look at myself and say, this is right, and I am happy.
As the days pass, nothing seems to get any clearer. Ultimately, what matters to me most is how others perceive me because I've always sought acceptance. I know my self-perception should come first, but... yeah.
I think I dried myself out for the time being, though this has gotten my head spinning. I'm just glad I was able to express myself here out of lack of anyone to really approach. I keep thinking I'm weirding others out, which is why this is kept buried under the dirt.
Echhh. Well, thanks for listening. Take care, all of you.
