Unfortunately, rest evades me. Spent some time looking at my chest in front of a mirror. Then had a good cry. It's not just the dysphoria, but also the feeling of having failed and not having a realistic chance of getting treatments. I also torture myself with the question would my chest at least be "prettier" without weight gain and loss, but I was never happy with it, so it's not that.Sleep well my friend. You deserve a rest.
*Hugs*Oh, Arvo
You are not a failure. This is not your fault.
Hugs.The double whammy of societal bias against afab bodies plus dysphoria must be so rough
It really stayed with me, I haven't listened to Talking Heads before but their music is timeless and even influenced my dreams tonight.G was reading an article in the newspaper a couple of days ago where Stop Making Sense was mentioned as being one of the best music videos made. We have had it since it came out. I should set up a small TV somewhere with our video player so we can watch all of our old music videos. I loved Talking Heads.
Heikki's cage looks magnificent. Clever you!