My story 👇

Now my son keeps saying “you’ll be a bust, be a bust, be a bust” as a vocal stim from that one part of the movie

Not a single hateful or phobic thing was said. Just facts. Sometimes the best advice you can give is the most simple and obvious.

I’ve changed my mind about receiving the Eucharist in the hand. I think it’s fine. I do still greatly prefer alter rails but my family now attends a NO church and i receive in the hand now. It’s fine. It’s what 99% of all Catholics do and it’s literally approved by the Church.

…..you can literally stop lmao

Being transgender is one of the worst decisions I ever made and almost ruined my life.

Learning how to style my hair at 28 since I missed out on 5 years of my womanhood.

When you buy a new piece of clothing, do you wash it before wearing it?

Are the following morally acceptable? 🟥 Abortion 🟥 Physician-assisted suicide 🟥 Homosexuality 🟥 Changing one’s gender 🟥 Pornography 🟧Divorce 🟥 Birth control 🟥 Pre-marital sex 🟥 Polygamy 🟧 Gambling 🟥 Death penalty 🟨 Medical testing on animals 🟥 Cloning

BIG BOY

Just as I was starting to get my energy back, I threw my back out. 8/10 pain last night just trying to walk. I’ve always had a bad back but I’ve Never experienced anything like this before.

Tell me you have sensory sensitivities without telling me you have sensory sensitivities

Im feeling better today. Looking at my breasts again they do look pretty good for only being 5 days post-op. Over the next weeks and months the muscles will relax and gradually they will drop and look more bottom-heavy rather than two skin-tight domes. The physical feeling is not painful, but rather very unsettling. I feel like it’s dangerous to take a deep breath or stand up straight. Any more talk about how my new breasts visually look from this point on may not be very prudent… I plan on making a YouTube video about my experience once I’m healed and used to them so I can help other detransitioners who may be considering this procedure. There’s very little information online about it.

Well, that didn’t go as I expected. There were no tears of joy with this reveal. Looking down at them, they look good. But I just saw them full frontal for the first time and… they look weird. I know that is to be expected only 4 days post-op, and that with time they will drop and have more a natural slope. My doctor seemed pleased and reassured me that they won’t look like this permanently. But right now they look like two half bowling balls on my chest. It also physically feels very scary and strange to have these two foreign objects shoved in my chest. Unfortunately instead of relief, I felt another wave of regret. This is the reality of trying to detransition. It’s like trying to put back together an egg that’s already been cracked open. Like I’m trying to pick up the white and yolks desperately trying to get it all back in and taping it back shut. Why oh why did I do this to myself. I miss my natural breasts so so much!!!

My kids are 2 and 4 so I can’t speak on what it’s like to parents children beyond that age but it is really hard to imagine anything being more difficult than the newborn stage. So far it’s only gotten easier as they age. I’m actually really looking forward to ages 5-10.

How do I block all pics and videos of T’d up ladies with their breasts cut off because I genuinely never EVERRRR want to see that garbage again

I can’t wait to get these bandages off. The binding on them reminds me of my early trans days. But at the same time, the feeling of having breasts again is so beautifully familiar. I’m so happy. Not the sort of ecstatic delusion-based euphoria that I felt after “top surgery”. I feel whole again. I feel like myself again. The only thing left that is stuck in the past is my voice… VFS is scary, but tempting. This is the voice that my children know as their mothers voice. It is the voice my husband fell in love with. But it’s the only thing holding me back from feeling like I have fully, successfully detransitioned.