so yesterday, my mom convinced me I needed a hair cut, as it was starting to go all over the place. Sadly, I just can't seem to have long hair, so I agreed, and got it done.
Since then, seeing my reflection has brought out my dysphoria, which only got added to today when my ex commented that I looked more like a man, more like the person I was before I started wearing women's clothes in public.
So I am really feeling ugly, and would appreciate any hugs anybody can spare.
Comments
Hugs offered
-HUGS- <3
thanks hon.
huggles back
Hugs
Hey Dorothy I hear you. It's all about self perception. I've been on HRT for about five years now and I'm quite discouraged. The main reason I pulled the trigger on doing HRT was a wanted a natural bust line and not be dependent on breast forms to look right to myself. My mother and my oldest sister were well endowed and my youngest sister were moderately endowed, so I had high hopes. I knew, because of my age, that I couldn't hope to match my older sister but I hoped I could achieve a B cup.
What I got is what the tape measure says is an A cup. Ever try to find a 42A bra? Lots of luck on that one. What makes it bad is that there is a marked difference in the size between right and left breast. I had an acquaintance that liked to quote a limerick.
It's not quite that bad, but there are days I identify with Lizza.
It's very discouraging to look in the mirror and see an almost bust and it's little sister on my chest.
I'm sending you some hugs please polish them up and send them back.
Hugs
Patricia
Happiness is being all dressed up and HAVING some place to go.
Semper in femineo gerunt
Ich bin eine Mann
mine are a little more even
but I don't have the money for the speciality bra I would need, being something like a 60 band and an "a" cup, so I gave up on bras.
NOT Ugly!
Inside, where it really counts!. I don't usually dispense hugs, but for you Dot,
HUG
thank you very much, Joanne
huggles back
Hugs, Dot
Lots and lots of ‘em.
— Emma
thanks, Emma
huggles back.
Sad. Really sad.
>Your< hair, >Your< choice.
What they don't know, what they are probably unable to know, is that short hair >hurts< you, short hair >injures< you.
Tell them.
There's always:
"Show me how it's done. Go get yourself an Army recruit buzz cut, come back and we can talk.
Oh, yeah ... What sounds like an endless stream ...
... of marbles bouncing down a playground slide ...
That's me, loading up the Aether with Gratitude Huggles,
Start grabbing.
As always, delivery is at the Speed of Thought.
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Sandy Bear [1] is looking over my shoulder and just added "Hairy is Merry" ... then she added "Oops ... I bet Dorothy doesn't want whole body fur like I have ..." - Good save, Sandy ...
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Anybody else needing Huggles - start grabbing.
I have far more than enough for everybody. I have so many Huggles, that if I can't unload them, they start leaking out of my eyes.
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A few moments thought and we know that just about all of us listing all the things we're grateful for ... There would be no end to our writing. And no end to our dumping Huggles out into the Aether for others in need.
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[1] Sandy (nee Teddy) Bear is well, my Teddy Bear. 40 cm of plushy Comfort. Custom made by a good friend.
give Sandy Bear a huggle from me
and feel free to take a few huggles for yourself.
I hear ya!
I hear ya, and feel for ya! I would love to have my hair reach at least my shoulder blades. But it fizzles out just barely reaching my shoulders. And to add insult to injury my hair is very fine and rather thin.
I should visit my hairdresser about every four to six weeks. Otherwise the split ends of my split ends have split ends, and my brush or comb will be full of hair every time I brush or comb my hair. So I either use a [plastic] hair-band or medium pony tail to keep my hair out of my face.
A decent hairdresser can be a huge blessing to our self-perception and self-presentation.
I wish you all the best at establishing, protecting and defending your personal limits and borders.