yea sonic, you do have very grabbable hips. theyre so defined, perfect to hold on to. dont you agree? i dont know how you think youre going to pass with hips like that.
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(please know, i am trans myself, and my hips are a big part of my dysphoria so im pushing it to sonic as well. these are thoughts i have about myself, i would never say this to another trans man.)
*Sonic sits with his legs curled up on the couch, plate of chilli dogs growing cold on the coffee table in front of him*
Sonic. What's wrong?
Mm? *He snaps his quills absently*
Stop that. *Shadow grabs his arm to pull his hand away from his quills, earning a disgruntled glare* What's wrong? You've hardly touched your food.
*Sonic sighs and hands Shadow his phone* Check the last ask.
... What the fuck?
I know they're fucking with me. It's the same person who always fucks with me.
Block them.
But there were a bunch of other people saying stuff about my hips and like... I know they meant it as a compliment. But I'm not taking it that way.
Sonic. You have every right to tell them to fuck off. Don't let anyone make you self conscious about any part of you.
I mean, they're not. I already was. I wear super wide leg pants a size or two too big for a reason, y'know?
... Look at me.
*Sonic sighs and turns his body on the sofa to look at Shadow*
You cannot shrink yourself down to become the person you want to see in the mirror.
*Sonic blinks* I was just... Well, losing a few might help..? I dunno—
You are recovering from surgery. Your body needs more fuel than usual right now. The aim should always be to maintain the same weight throughout recovery.
Y-yeah, I guess, but maybe after..?
... I can't stop you. But I don't think it's worth the toll. Your body fat will naturally redistribute while on testosterone anyway.
Yeah... It has a little already. Plus, I'm... Pretty sure I had hips when I was a skinny teen, so. Ugh, why am I letting people get in my head...
Oh, don't you dare take the blame for how you feel when others hurt you. *Shadow reaches out to smooth back Sonic's quills where they're sticking out from being picked at. Sonic's eyes are on him the whole time, an unreadable expression on his face* And stop picking at your quills. You have snap bracelets for a reason.
*Sonic threads his fingers through Shadow's quills, leaning towards him on the couch. He doesn't allow Shadow a moment to question it. He closes the gap between them and presses his lips to Shadow's*