When they say figuring out if you're trans or not is more about chasing joy than hyper-analyzing your misery they aren't kidding. When I think "do I hate my boobs? am I really a trans man or am I bigender like I thought?" I get a lot of weird and complicated feelings my brain is not ready to break down, but when I think "hypothetically, what would my life be like without boobs" I can't stop smiling thinking about wearing all my favorite shirts and walking around shirtless and swim shirtless and never having to buy another bra or feel like my boobs are holding me back from doing things I want to do and it's like oh.
Oh.










