Dys•pho•ri•a

/disˈfôrēə/
noun
PSYCHIATRY
1. a state of unease or generalized dissatisfaction with life.

I honestly believe that if everyone could take the time to understand what dysphoria means and how it sometimes feels, they would be more empathic towards the trans community and they’ll understand a little bit more of what we’re going through. Everyone feels dysphoria in different ways, there’s even some trans people who don’t feel dysphoria at all. In this topic I can only talk about my personal experience. Some could feel identified with what I say and some won’t. 

For me, a female to male trans, I could list a couple of things that generate a lot of dysphoria and some I can manage, like my voice. People can look at me and call me Sir without thinking twice but once I start talking is Miss for me -.- thank the lord for testosterone. I do wish I can grow a nice ass beard but if I don’t it’s okay, honestly it won’t bother me. I hate my period but come on, even girls hate it too. But once again, thank the lord for testosterone cause it’ll make it stop!

The one thing that honestly drives me insane are my boobs. I could talk about how much I hate them none stop but if I do I’ll get so dysphoric I’ll have to shut up. Before I came out to myself as trans, I already wanted to chop off my chest. I can remember the day I just wanted them to disappear, and since then every single day I want them gone. 

I went to a fat camp and when I came back to Mexico, I continued to lose weight. Once I was feeling so good about myself and how I looked, cause I was finally looking healthy and fit, I remember looking at myself in the mirror while I was naked and just hating how I looked, my first thought was: “why the f*ck do I need to have such big boobs”. And so I started to hide them. I gained weight so you couldn’t see the big lump I had, I bought elastic bandages and used them almost every single day until I bought my first binder. Now I can’t go out without having one on. Sometimes I even use two. I look at myself in the mirror and see the magic of having a “flat chest” and it just feels amazing. 

But now it gets tricky, remember the best feeling in the world (for girls) was getting to take off your bra at the end of the day? Well, now at the end of my day when I take the binder off, I can’t stand looking at myself in the mirror. It feels like this constant opinion I never asked for, telling me “you’re not a real man”. Thank the lord for surgery I guess, can it come earlier though?!?!

Hormone blocker

First of all, Amira will be someone who’ll probably appear in a lot of my stories if not all of them. She’s one of my two best friends, the other one is Paola and she’ll be in them too.

So to start, my dad was asking me, when will I tell all my family about me being trans. He was really pushing it because I guess he wanted that out of the way ASAP. Anyways, I told him that I wont tell anyone if I’m not on hormone therapy yet and so he said, “Okay then, start your treatment then”. Tbh I was so f*cking happy that I got the green light and I didn’t care the “why” of it. Of course that day I scheduled an appointment so they would take a blood sample and as soon as I got the results, the doctor told me that I was ready for hormone blockers. So obviously I made an appointment today to get the shot.

I told Amira to come with me and of course, we were late (which I hate because I’ll always arrive early, always). But oh god, Yola didn’t write down my appointment so there was no one, NO ONE that could let us in. With this world pandemic the clinic isn’t functioning as usual so it was literally closed. Good news though, half an hour later my endocrinologist came and we were back in business.

She injected me with Eligard GnRH and damn that b*tch hurt like a motherf*cker. But hell I was so happy afterwards. It’s the first day of the rest of my life!! Of course I wanted to record that moment and that’s why I told Amira (also because I needed her by my side) and Dr. Alma was like nah, she has to wait outside.

When we were leaving I was like okay this is my chance to make a video so I can remember this day forever (as if this wasn’t enough) and so here it is.

This is the first day of the rest of my life!!

Guys, I PROMISE YOU, there’s a f*cking light at the end of that scary and what feels lonely tunnel. But don’t forget that you’re not alone, there’s a lot of people out there who are feeling or have felt the same way you may be feeling. I’m always gonna be here if need someone 🙂

KISS – Keep It Super Simple

Keep It Super Simple. This is something they taught me at work and it was the main rule when talking to clients. Suddenly, I realized this is something I could use in my own life.


Since I came out to myself, I’ve been overthinking about how to come out to my family, how to tell my friends, how will people react, will they accept me, are they gonna take it seriously, is it something i will be able to talk about… and then I just realized, KEEP IT SUPER SIMPLE.

How though?

  • You’ll come out to your family when you’re ready and you don’t have to make it a big thing, just say what you need to say and keep it super simple.
  • Your friends love you no matter what and if some don’t like who you truly are then they’re not your friends at all.
  • It doesn’t matter how people will react or not. You have to be okay with yourself and if you are then all those that surround you will be.
  • You have to accept yourself first and then, yourself. That’s how life is, you can’t base your happiness on people, period. So don’t worry about people not accepting you because once you accept yourself, that’s all you truly need. Remember, keep it super simple.
  • The people around you will take it as serious as you take it. If they see you 100% sure, they’ll know its a 100% true.
  • Find people who you can talk with but know that not everyone will be on board with the conversation of it and they’ll just let it flow. And don’t get me wrong, sometimes that’s the best.

It gets better, and I know maybe you’re tired of people telling you that, I know I was. But I promise, I really really promise, it really gets better. And with your rushing and intrusive thoughts, just KISS them away.

If you want someone to talk to, I’ll always be here.