If it's any consolation, I know those feels. A lot. That voice is always screaming at me, telling me all the things wrong with me. I can't remember what's real or what's not, and my brain plays tricks on my memory. I often have to check in with other people to confirm something actually happened. Half the time I'm convinced things aren't actually happening, and my dreams are so real I can't shake them.
I get constant dysphoria from my lycanthropy. I'm femme but on my own terms, and I like make-up to be war-paint too. It's armor. It's not for anyone else, it's for me.
And I know we're not alone in this, though it often feels like we are.
Fuck anyone if they think less of you for this. I don't.
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ninetydegrees
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2014-08-08 21:51 (UTC)If it's any consolation, I know those feels. A lot. That voice is always screaming at me, telling me all the things wrong with me. I can't remember what's real or what's not, and my brain plays tricks on my memory. I often have to check in with other people to confirm something actually happened. Half the time I'm convinced things aren't actually happening, and my dreams are so real I can't shake them.
I get constant dysphoria from my lycanthropy. I'm femme but on my own terms, and I like make-up to be war-paint too. It's armor. It's not for anyone else, it's for me.
And I know we're not alone in this, though it often feels like we are.
Fuck anyone if they think less of you for this. I don't.