Saying things better by far that I could myself, but this is my truth too
I used to think that I would outgrow it.
I used to think it was just hormones. The same hormones caused the constellation of angry red pimples on my face and back. The same hormones responsible for the dark, wiry hair between my legs and nearly unnoticeable A-cup-sized swell of my chest. I thought that once the hormones settled down, I would feel better. Normal. But even once I grew used to my new body, even once I hit my twenties and everything was supposed to level out, I still felt it. The same howling misery, the same blind, raging creature whose claws and teeth were sunk somewhere too deep to find, was still there.
I did not outgrow it.
I used to think that I would get better, and by getting better I meant being cured. I used to think that I would find the right combination of drugs and therapy…
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