I ought to be a man. I hate that I have breasts, I hate that I can’t grow facial hair, I hate that I can’t get boners, I hate that I have hips, I hate that I’m weak and can’t lift weights with the other guys, I hate that I’m expected to wear dresses and makeup and yoga pants that make your butt look good and that I’m socially pressured to go to functions where I MUST wear these symbols of my gender dysphoria, I hate that in order to be myself I must enter into a life of discrimination and misunderstanding, I hate that I must choose between my two dreams: joining the military, or being who I truly am inside.
I hate that I’m female. I hate that I hate my body.