The worst part of this heartbreak is realising I was right about how I was perceived by those people, I was never a person, just the idea of a person,
And if I was a person, they treated me as too neurodivergent to have my emotions matter.
Was thinking about working out again and had the thought:
“oh but everyone that think me being chubby is pretty will be disappointed”.
Goodness I need to stop fetishising my own body what the fuck.
Letting my baby trans trauma responses take over like a symbiote…