Some days my body feels like a badly translated sentence: technically recognizable, emotionally incorrect.
Bathrooms, changing rooms, cameras, shop mirrors — all of them feel like checkpoints where I’m waiting to be told I don’t match my own paperwork.
I’m not here to tell you it’s fine. Sometimes it isn’t. Sometimes it sucks in boring, grinding ways that don’t fit into inspirational quotes.
What I can say: if being perceived feels violent some days, you’re not oversensitive. You’re noticing a mismatch. That noticing is not a personal failure.
If this stirs up urgent or dangerous feelings, this blog is not the place to stay. Please reach for real-world support. You deserve help that can answer you back in real time.