TW/ Mention of Dysphoria
just breathe. when your eyes fill up w tears, you feel so overwhelmed and disgusted your body physically shakes, you try to expand your ribs, letting in air, but that just makes your binder feel even tighter, reminding you of who you are... WHAT you are, and what you aren’t... making it all worse. just breathe. stick a fist up the center of your binder, momentarily releasing the tight grip it has on your ribs, close your eyes.. breathe. when you feel like you will physically die if you hear your deadname said to you one more time, if you hear the word “she” directed at you again.. breathe. take a long slow breath in, and then push out all your breath at once.
think of how far youve come in your transition, let yourself be proud of the things you have done for yourself. it’s not easy, it never is; but you fucking did it, and you continue to do it, you are strong and a badass everyday. think of how much further you’ll be in your transition a year from now, 2 years from now... i know it seems like a long time, but take it day by day, moment by moment... the flat chested, deep voiced, hairy mf you KNOW youre suppose to be WILL be your reality; some things take time and that’s okay. We Are Strong Enough. You wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t strong enough. i believe in you. i see you. i understand, and i love you for you. stay here, stay strong.