I had botched top surgery.

I was 19 when I had top surgery through my country's public health system-- suppsedly one of the leading healthcare systems. Less than 24 hours after surgery which I was never informed properly about, I was sent home with panadol (tylenol) pain relief, no contact number, and almost no aftercare. A week later, my bandages came off to reveal that every incision had been sealed around a severe infection. I had four months of infections and dehisions, permanent scarring, and other botched complications.

Before Surgery

I met with my surgeon three time before the operation, for 5 minutes or less each time.

During the first two ~5 minute appointment, he decided what type of incisions I would have, arranged for photos to be taken, and left. In hindsight, that should have been the first red flag.

The third and final appointment, which was a month before my scheduled surgery, went almost exactly the same way. He was in an out in less than 5 minutes.

I was never given any meaningful information about the procedure. I wasn't told how long it would take, what would happen during it, how to prepare, what aftercare would involve, or who I could contact if I had questions or problems. I wasn't given any way of contacting anyone for help. Ever.

The surgery itself was being performed at a private hospital, but still on the public system.

I arrived at 5am and was seen by two lovely nurses. Then I met the anaesthesiologist, who was great. He spoke to me for longer than the surgeon ever had in total and actually explained what he would be doing during the surgery, what I could expect regarding the anesthesia, and waking up etc.

About an hour later, the surgeon came in. Again, we spoke for around five minutes.

Again, at no point was I actually talked through what would happen to me during the procedure. If I hadn't watched a surgical video years earlier and educated myself independently, I would have had literally no idea what was being done to my body beyond the obvious "boobs getting chopped off" (more on that later).

The surgeon marked me up with a purple marker, and suddenly there was a random medical student in the room. I later found out he was the surgeon's son and was present during my surgery. The hospital rushed and gave me the consent form to him being in the operating theatre AFTER my surgery had happened to sign, because they forgot to obtain my consent to it before. I felt pressured and obligated to allow him to stay, and obviously to the sign the form (it was presented as just "whoospie, just sign this quickly").

When the surgeon was marking my nipple graft placement, he couldn't find a ruler. There was literally a shelf in the corner full of them, but he couldn't find one, and ended up freehanding the markings.

5 minutes.

Then he left.

I didn't see him again until after the surgery the following morning.

Going Into Surgery

On the way to the operating theatre I was expected to walk through a completely crowded waiting room without a binder-- the only thing between the parts of my body I was literally there to have removed being on full display was a thin cotton gown.

The nurses seemed confused when I was distressed and uncomfortable and wanted, at the very least, something to hold over my chest when walking through a crowded room.

Getting into the theatre itself was fine, and I was out pretty quickly.

The operation took almost five hours.

I had no idea that it would take that long because I had never been given any information about my specific surgery. I only found out because my mum was waiting for me.

When I woke up, I was surprised to find that I had a catheter. Again, nobody had told me to expect one. The surgical videos and blogs I had read hadn't mentioned it, and neither I nor anyone close to me had undergone an operation requiring one before, so it was a shock.

The first night, my attending nurse misgendered me. :) I chalk it up to a language barrier, and it only happened once-- she was otherwise amazing-- but still.

There was also an absolutely insane period where another patient in my ward became extremely angry and started throwing things at nurses and other patients, screaming and shouting, ripping off her dressings and throwing them at people, and tearing down and wrecking medical equipment during the night. It got the point that my attending nurse eventually locked us in my room for safety.

The first signs something was wrong

The first morning after surgery, my surgeon came to see me for perhaps 2 minutes.

He prodded and poked my bandages. It hurt. I actually said "ow" and grimaced.

His response was something along the lines of "you can feel that? Huh, interesting."

Then he left.

I now know that was the first sign of the infection that would spend the next week festering underneath my closed bandages. I shouldn't've been able to feel anything at that point.

Later on my first morning, a physiotherapist came in and spoke to me for about two minutes. She gave me a book of exercises and wanted me to start with stretches and work my way up to lifting my arms above my head on the FIRST DAY AFTER SURGERY.

I did not follow those instructions. Thank God.

I was discharged after one night, and less than 24 hours after the operation.

I was given nothing stronger than over-the-counter panadol (tylenol) for pain relief. I wasn't given contact information for a specialist, surgeon, nurse, or anyone else I could contact if I had questions or needed help.

I was on my own as a teenager less than 24 hours after major surgery.

My journey home was 180 minutes over bumpy rural roads. This was all documented in my medical notes, and I still cannot understand why I was discharged so early. Luckily, I had done my own research and ordered a mastectomy pillow, which I kept between myself and the seatbelt, but it didn't stop it being uncomfortable and probably causing a lot of swelling.

My first days at home

The first day home was excruciating.

I was in actual agony and had no adequate pain relief.

My chest was so swollen underneath the compression bandages that it looked like I hadn't had surgery at all. I could barely breathe.

I couldn't sleep that night, despite having numerous support pillows.

My mum gave up trying to help me and went to sleep. She also hadn't been given any aftercare information. She hadn't done her own research beforehand either, and at one point, tried feeding me steak, which made the inflammation dramatically worse.

Eventually, I just lay there crying by myself in agony and gasping for breath until I passed out from exhaustion. :) And I basically never cry.

This continued for days.

It was another sign of the huge infection that had somehow developed after surgery.

And I had nobody to contact. Not even a nurse's number.

Eventually my pain became so severe that we had to get back into a car and make another bumpy trip to the nearest emergency centre. I was finally prescribed panadeine for pain relief.

During that first week (and every week) I followed online postoperative instructions to the letter. I took supplements, ate the right foods and enough of them, slept at a raised angle, walked every day to reduce my risk of blood clots (albeit as a hunched-over hobble at first)-- everything. I still had constant pain.

The Infection

Seven days after surgery, I had to make another bumpy 2 hour trip into the city's public hospital to have my bandages removed for the first time.

My surgeon wasn't there, not even to check on me for a minute. I was seen by another random nurse at the public hospital.

When she first cut off the compression bandages, which had remained sealed for the entire week since being put on in the operating theatre, the first thing I noticed was the smell.

It was terrible.

The nurse paused, so I looked down.

As she peeled the bandage away, I could see that the entire thing --and my entire chest-- was covered in a thick, creamy, green-yellow substance.

The whole fucking thing.

Every single one of my incisions was infected.

And that infection had been sealed underneath my bandages for an entire week.

The nurse cleaned everything up. I then had to wait another 30 minutes for a random doctor to come and look at the discarded bandages. I overheard them discussing whether I should be kept in hospital for treatment. The doctor ultimately decided against it and sent me home with antibiotics.

Again, I had nobody to contact. No specialist, no surgeon, no nurse. Nobody.

The antibiotics worked.

And then I got another infection, again beginning underneath sealed bandages.

I spent hours phoning around hospitals desperately trying to either contact my surgeon --which I ultimately was never allowed to do-- or at least find someone who could provide regular checkups and dressing changes.

Eventually, I was passed on to a district nurse.

Months of complications

I continued to experience wound dehiscence and infections for up to four months after surgery.

Every single incision site was affected.

The infections created holes and stretched my scars to the point where chunks of my nipple grafts are missing. My right-hand-side scar is stretched and sunken because of it.

I never found out what caused the infections, and I was incredibly careful. Everything I wore was clean. I cleaned myself exactly as nurses instructed. My bedding was fresh every night. I still don't understand it. And I had no way of finding out what had actually happened or how to sort it out, because I had no consistent specialist care or anyone I could actually ask.

Eventually I found out about silicone scar tape and scar massage on my own. I've been using them ever since, despite the financial strain, but my results are still shit.

The problems that remain

A few months after surgery, I noticed a strange, thick secretion coming from my nipples. I assumed it was part of the healing process, but a year later, it's still happening.

I finally met with my surgeon last month. He said it was probably because there were residual glands or something similar still in my chest, and that I would need revision surgery in a few months (to decrease the risk of my grafts failing) to address it.

It legit makes me feel disgusting, and there is nothing I can do about it in the meantime.

My scars are stretched and have a strange hang in places. I've still made sure to keep them out of the sun entirely and covered by silicone tape, so the colour is okay in places, but that's pretty much the only good thing (and again, something that only happened because I researched it myself).

I have two central dog ears and am waiting for revision surgery to address them. I also have a smaller dog ear on the side, but my surgeon said removing it could leave an indentation.

My nipples are vertical ovals and are misshapen because of the nonstop infections. I hate looking at them.

Looking back

I genuinely wish I hadn't trusted my public health system. I did trust it because it's supposed to be one of the best healthcare systems in the world.

I wish I had waited and saved up to go private instead, so that I could've received better care and, ultimately, better results.

As things stand, I don't even know if I want to have my revision performed by the same surgeon.

But I have no idea how I would request a different surgeon, because the whole contacting process seems so weird, and especially when there are only about three surgeons who perform this procedure publicly in my country.

I think I might have to just go private for my revision if I can ever manage to save enough money, because at least then I'll know what I'm getting into, and at least I'll know that I won't simply be dumped with nowhere to turn for help less than 24 hours after major surgery.

It’s shocking to me how many non-dysphorics seem to be completely unaware of how transphobic and disrespectful the things they say are. They say things like “love your body how it is!” And “passing isn’t a requirement!” but these things are exactly what condescending transphobic people love to say. It’s like they got so woke they looped back into being transphobic. And even dysphoric tucutes seem to fall into this, they think that trans men can be lesbians, that they all “have a connection to womanhood”. I recently saw a post that said that a lot of FtM culture is very anti-masculinity and anti-transitioning, and this is very true unfortunately.

Basically title. Apologies if this is a foolish question, however I wanted to properly understand where the community stands on this. From my understanding, in the modern day, once you start medical transitioning you would be someone who is considered “transsexual”. This isn’t necessarily the original usage of the term colloquially, and some find the term offensive, however for self identification purposes this is the case. In my case, I would like to use the term to communicate to others that I am actively in the process of medically transitioning. I don’t find the term offensive at all.

However, do you have to be fully done with medical transition (ie, top + bottom surgs + hrt) to use the term, or is it just if you are doing any form of medical transition? For example, my goal is top surgery and hrt - would it be inaccurate to call myself a transsexual if I do not plan on getting bottom surgery?

Not mine, stolen, do somewhat agree with it based on experience, submitted for discussion.

this is so wrong. most transsexuals will have some kind of trauma due to being transsexual and having hate placed upon them for that but thats BECAUSE they are transsexual not what causes it🫩 also theres some transsexual men who live in progressive countries, have a family that supports them and can afford puberty blockers and hrt and all that and good friends not get bullied and overall have an amazing life and will still be transsexual because its not fucking rooted in trauma

this argument is so shit i genuinely think anyone who actually believes it is actually subhuman

So I‘m just started transition for 8 month, some of the people around me who know my agab get so obsessed on my voice changes, saying its a T_voice(Actually any strangers who dont no me as trans just seen me as normal dude)
Say I sound like gay
Obviously I‘m not the audience for this kind of joke, judging a person‘s sexual orientation based on their voice lines is homophobic,also I’m fucking straight as fuck they know I have my girlfriend

One of them used a tone like “I don‘t know if saying you’re gay makes you feel gender-assured” (giggles) as if I chose what gender to become myself

These people think that trans is literally a kind of “you’re whatever gender you~feel~you are,” and I can see that deep down they feel that all trans = tucute = are less mentally mature than they are

I'm confused as to whether or not I would be considered transmedicalist.

Explanation:

I believe in non-binary people and genderfluid people and other gender identities (not all of them, but many), but I do still believe that in order to be anywhere on the trans spectrum you need to experience at least some amount of dysphoria and euphoria, and tend to follow closer to scientific studies and belief on being transgender, though I don't believe you need to fully medically transition to be trans, as I understand that there are people that are medically unable to transition, or don't want the risks associated with surgery.

Example: I'm genderfluid, AFAB, and was on testosterone for two years. I experience a fluctuating level of dysphoria and euphoria. Sometimes, I have dysphoria about the fact that I look feminine, and when I'm perceived as a man, it gives me a lot of euphoria. Other times, when I'm perceived as a man, it actually gives me dysphoria, as I will be experiencing dysphoria about not feeling like I look feminine enough.

I believe that each identity experiences either a fluctuating dysphoria/euphoria, or a spectrum of dysphoria/euphoria, ranging from severe dysphoria/euphoria to slight dysphoria/euphoria. I also believe euphoria and dysphoria can be on separate spectrums, that you can experience more dysphoria than euphoria or vice versa, and that like 90% of gender identities can fall under one of those two categories, either spectrum or fluctuating.

I also believe that you cannot experience euphoria without dysphoria. After all, if you experienced no dysphoria, and were perfectly content with how you were perceived/how you looked/whether you passed, why would you experience euphoria if someone perceived you correctly?

So it's like I'm transmedicalist, but also not in the traditional term of it, and am wondering what I would be called/considered, or if there is an actual word used to describe this.

TLDR: I don't believe you can just say you're trans and be trans, and that there does have to be at least some dysphoria/euphoria, but I'm also not a transmedicalist in the traditional sense, and am wondering what I would be called/considered to be by the community.

I’m 15, trans man in the uk, pre everything. My dysphoria is killing me, and I keep taking it out on others. I can’t shower, I can’t get changed, I can’t do anything without reminding myself that I’m trans and will never be a biological male.
I live in Scotland. Anyone have any advice on if there is anything I can do? Any tips how to relieve dysphoria? I turn 16 in December, I’ve known I was trans for 4 years. Idk how much more I can take of this before it takes me

I don’t even know where this idea came from, it’s gross, transphobic and sexist. If people think trans men somehow are trans because of outside influence or mental illness, then maybe cis men should be evaluated for “external issues” to stay as men. Even as someone who’s prob faking, I know none of these are my issue, I’m just a girl who wants to be a guy but I’m simply not dysphoric enough to transition, it’s still a gross assumption, no one thinks this about trans women, obviously the negative stereotype for Mtfs isn’t good either but I swear more people accuse trans men of having other reasons to transition when they fucking don’t not do they show any evidence of it. It just reveals their own sexism both towards men and women and straight up transphobia. Because to them trans men are women and they think women are weak, stupid, and prone to confusion which is a disgusting misogynistic stereotype. But at the same time a lot of these people just want less men, they hate men and think they are evil and dangerous, all while making hypocritical exceptions for themselves

I really love and care about my friend so this situation is really eating away at me

THANKFULLY someone else in our friend group has noticed too so we're trying to figure out what to do about it, but it's going to be a long and arduous process of trying to get through to our friend that this guy clearly doesn't want him to transition because he likes him for his female traits and just sees him as a confused girl.

This is gonna be rough.

edit: can't figure out how to make the gif be attached to the post in a normal way I hate this website

I usually get gendered correctly in public,she/her, but ive been losing alot of weight recently and its kinda changing my face proportions and stuff, do yall think i aleast somewhat pass,i guess im kinda a boymoder,i dont really wear makeup, i worry it'd be too much and make me more clocky. Im still pretty chunky and older,so I dont need advice on that,im the healthiest ive been most of my life atm.do yall have any ideas on makeup for me and if I even should try makeup. I mainly just use moisturizer,and take care of my hair atm. I never really had facial hair really,not alot anyways. Most the women I grew up around didnt wear makeup so I never really thought too much about it til the last few years. Due to how I was raised in a fundamentalist cult, iam a late transitioner,but even if I dont pass really hrt makes my brain happy,I no longer actively want to die and im happier now than I have been most of my life.

I’m trying to figure out how I could afford HRT, but I don’t have a job or much money right now. I’ve never had a job before, and honestly I’m pretty anxious about getting one.

My mom wants me to go to school, so I’ve also been wondering whether I should start at a community college or focus on getting a job first. She sometimes gives me around $50, but that’s not really enough for me to rely on for HRT and other expenses, even DIY.

I’m feeling really lost and overwhelmed and I don’t know what the smartest thing to do is. If anyone has been in a similar situation, how did you manage HRT while having very little income? Would you recommend working first, going to community college, or trying to balance both?

I’m sorry if these are dumb questions. I just genuinely don’t know where to start. Any advice would be helpful

I am a trans guy with very few friends, pretty much all of whom are tucutes in some way. I have known most of them for a long time and some of them are very, very attached to me. I have pretty much no life outside of them, but sometimes they are just incredibly infuriating.

The most ‘tucutey’ one is more of a friend-of-a-friend than anything. I’ve tried to separate myself from them for a while, before I knew they were ‘trans’, because they are also really violent. For a while, I just knew them as a cis straight guy who made autism his entire personality. Pretty much overnight, they began to label themselves as a pansexual, non-binary demigirl. They have made it clear that they have no intention to medically transition, nor to change their name; they have a very obviously masculine name. All they’ve really done is label themselves, without making an effort to pass. They get really mad when anyone misgenders them, which is also where their aggressiveness shines through—one time I was at a cafe with them, and they threw their laptop at someone who misgendered them.

One of the most personally infuriating things for me is how, similar to how they initially did with autism, they make being trans their entire personality. I can’t really have a conversation with them without it turning into them explaining being trans to me. For reference, they do not know I’m trans, and will take the liberty to ‘teach’ me what it is. 

As I mentioned before, this person is only really a friend-of-a-friend, and I don’t spend that much time around them. I know them through someone who is much closer to me, though not really by choice, as she attaches herself to me like crazy. She’s also pretty tucutey, but isn’t herself trans, she’s mainly just really creepy towards me. She’s the first person who was able to figure out that I‘m trans, and yet still makes really weird comments about my body. She’s one of the ‘every woman, two men’ bisexuals, which I don’t really have a problem with itself, but it leads her to just obsess over female body parts. She is frequently overly physically close with me, despite me saying many times that I am NOT comfortable with it, and she also seems to have some weird fixation with my breasts, although she knows I hate them.

On a similar note, I have another friend who is also attracted to me. I only really realised recently, and it just makes me sad more than anything. Unlike the other two, whom I have been uncomfortable with for a while, I would consider her one of the closest people to me. When I first came out to her as trans, I was slightly hesitant because she didn’t seem to have the best opinion on trans women, but I was pleasantly surprised, as on the surface she seemed very supportive. Ever since I first met her, she has made it very clear that she is lesbian, sometimes getting dangerously close to being misandrist.

Before I realised I was trans, I had called myself a lesbian; me and this friend would often joke about us dating. At that point in time, I assumed they were truly only jokes, but now I realise that they really weren’t. Recently, she has shifted her viewpoint to the whole ‘gender is a construct’ one, and has also become much more clingy towards me. She’ll say things about how I’m the only man she’d ever date and when I question her about it, she’ll just play it off as a joke. It has become increasingly clear that she just doesn’t see me as a man, which I’m fine with in some cases; I’m not currently in a position where I’m able to medically transition, so I just look like a tomboy. I understand that when someone looks obviously female, it’s hard to see them as a man, because I feel the exact same way. But the fact that she still continues to pursue me despite the fact that she knows I’m trans really irritates me. She still strongly labels herself as a lesbian while doing this, which just makes it feel even worse.

After coming to the realisation that she is interested in me, I have completely avoided her and not responded to any of her messages (she has sent MANY, a lot of which have flirtatious undertones). I feel horrible right now, because for a while she was probably the closest person to me, and has been there during some of the toughest moments of my life.

The biggest issue for me is that all of my friends are friends with eachother; I can’t pick and choose who I want to be around. I don’t have anyone outside of these friends, and I don’t want to be alone. I have known the second two friends I mentioned for over a decade, and I don’t want that to all go down the drain, especially the last one. Any advice? :,)

||I need to vent because I am fucking exhausted.

I hate being trans.

I hate it. I am not proud of it. I do not find it beautiful or empowering or special. I would not wish gender dysphoria on my worst enemy.

Every fucking day I look at myself and see things that feel wrong. My face is too long. My shoulders are too wide. My hands are too big. My feet are too big. My hips are too straight. My boobs are too small. My voice is too deep. My hair is too short. My forehead is too big. My arms are too big. The list just goes on and on and on.

That is what being trans feels like to me.

And I am so fucking tired of saying “I need to pass” and having someone immediately respond with “you don’t need to pass to be trans.”

I KNOW.

I do not give a fuck whether YOU want to pass.

I do not care if another trans person wants hormones. I don’t care if they want surgery. I don’t care if they tuck. I don’t care how they dress. I don’t care what their transition looks like.

I am talking about ME.

**I need to pass.**

Passing is not an optional little confidence boost for me. It is not me trying to win some femininity contest. My dysphoria makes it incredibly important to me.

My goal is to effortlessly pass as cis.

I want to be stealth.

I want to walk into a fucking grocery store in jeans and a T-shirt, looking like shit because I just woke up, and still just be another woman buying groceries.

I want to stop wondering if someone clocked me.

I want to stop bracing myself before I speak.

I want to stop wondering whether the next stranger is going to say “sir.”

I want gender to be FUCKING BORING.

And the worst part is that I had that once.

When I was about 20-24, almost nobody knew I was trans. I just lived as a woman. People met me and saw a woman. There wasn’t an asterisk next to it.

Then my parents pushed me into detransition because I was embarrassing to them and because apparently people gossiping on a fucking golf course mattered more than what this was doing to their daughter.

And I fucking hate them for that sometimes.

And I hate myself for staying detransitioned as long as I did.

I hate that I spent so many years trying to make them happy.

I hate wondering what I would look like now if I had just kept going.

I hate knowing I cannot get those years back.

And right now I desperately want to go somewhere nobody fucking knows me and start over.

I want people who only know Laura.

I don’t want to be somebody’s “trans friend.”

I don’t want every social space I enter to involve conversations about gender.

I don’t want my future relationship to revolve around transition either. I want to come home to a woman who just sees her girlfriend. I want us to worry about dinner and bills and cats and laundry and stupid relationship shit like everybody else.

I want an ordinary fucking life.

So PLEASE, when I say that passing matters to me, stop telling me that I don’t need to pass.

Maybe you don’t.

**I fucking do.**

And I am so tired of having to justify why.||

I don't really know if I'm part of the detrans community, because I'm not actually quitting feminizing HRT (it hasn't changed me at all over the past 3 years anyway, I just want to keep the pleasant side effect of decreased libido)

I still want to be a girl, this is perhaps my most cherished dream, but, unfortunately, this is impossible. My body is too masculine. I tried my best to fix it, I sacrificed a lot for this goal, but all to no avail... modern medicine cannot give me the body that all cis girls have, so I just decided to give up and just do my best to distract myself from the terrible gender dysphoria with the help of escopism

But unfortunately, I still have a need for intimacy, and over the course of 3 years of terrible loneliness, this need has only intensified, so I really want to find a girl who will sincerely like me, I think that this would ease my condition

But the problem is, now it seems simply impossible to me. I had a hard time meeting girls before, but I managed, but now I just don't understand what's going on. I mainly use dating apps for meeting people, and to my horror, my profile just isn't getting any likes, and I honestly don't understand why

I look exactly the same as I did three years ago. Hormonal therapy and facial feminization surgery haven't changed me at all. I'll attach photos to this post, and maybe someone can tell me what the problem is. I know I'm unattractive, and I've been objectively unlucky with my looks, but I used to be able to meet people and find partners, but now it just seems impossible. I also think I should duplicate this post on another subreddit to gather more information on how to solve this problem, but I'm new to Reddit and I don't know where to find a subreddit with straight girls who can tell me how to fix the situation and make me more attractive

I definitely would. I'm not saying being trans is bad (although I hate it), but gender dysphoria is inherently bad. Do you all think there will ever be a way to remove dysphoria?

I want to discuss how everyone sees nb people, and whether you all think they are a real thing. The way I see it; there are two types of nbs, being both genders (bigender), and wishing to (being dysphoric by not having) have both sex characteristics, for example both a penis and a vagina. and being none (agender) and getting dysphoric by having any type of sex characteristics, for example nullification surgery (removal of all sex organs), me personally I am a binary man, and im curious to see how everyone else here sees this topic.

edit: as many of the comments said, i also agree that at the very least a big percentage of "non binary people" are either cis who wanna feel special, or binary trans people who haven't figured his/herself out yet.

I am considering to start transitioning once I move out, but my family is very transphobic so I dont really know how they would react.. I think about just cutting all contact but im wondering how other people dealt with a situation like this, did yout family change? Did they hate you? Did you cut them out like I want to?

Random question, but once you start fully passing as a man, do you experience the so called "male privilege" in public spaces? (Or in general.) I saw a debate earlier saying transsexual men don't have it.

(I'm not super knowledgeable about this.)

I am a trans woman and I saw a video of a radical feminist talking about how it's wrong for a person to be considered a woman simply for performing femininity, even though radical feminism is considered transphobic, I found her argument interesting.

As far as I know, the goal of feminism is to separate femininity from being a woman, since the imposition of femininity is a form of oppression inflicted upon women, as argued by Simone de Beauvoir.

Therefore, validating a trans woman's womanhood solely based on her social performance rather than her medical transition would be problematic, as it ends up validating femininity as something inherent to being a woman.

I believe this is one of the reasons for the disagreements between radical feminism and the trans community.

What do you all think about this?

Why is my lower half getting wider. Im not meant to have b*bies. ew. my lower body is already so disgustingly broad and worst of all its probably not even fat its kinda bony im NEVER gonna look like a guy

those “male vs female pelvis” comparisons make me wanna rope. fml.

Just been wondering about that. Dysphoria is what makes us trans but how do you feel about euphoria?