This is less of a talking about something positive that happened to me and more so a vent on my end so be aware of that before reading on. I'm probably in the middle of a panic attack while writing this, so decided to vent about all my feelings on myself and my life to help cope and calm myself with that a bit. potential TW, Idk for what though, I'm writing this before I have all of my thoughts in mind.
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I'm not going to lie; it's really fucking hard being transgender. For those who don't know me well, let me introduce myself and a bit about my life; My name is Bella, although some of my closer friends call me Leah too, and i don't really mind when people call me both, Leah is my middle name after all. I'm a 16 year old mixed race (I'm half Mexican from my dad and half Filipino from my mom) transfem girl living in Colorado, which I'm really happy for as its such a safe state for me and other queer folk to live in and i really like it here. Unfortunately, God gave me a middle finger with having a pastor for a dad and a religiously insane mom, which is another thing people know about me.
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I feel like a lot of times for me, its hard to feel like a girl and even try to imagine myself as one. I wake up in the morning and I don't see a girl in the mirror. I see a guy lying to himself and all of my imperfections and... that hurts. It makes me cry and continue to hurt myself inside and outside, physically and mentally. Even in times i can express my femineity, i still don't really feel like a girl at all. I just see myself in the mirror or in the camera on my phone, and even though there is someone who looks like a girl looking back at me..... I don't think it is me. It can't be me. The world tells me I will never and can never be a girl, and that fact just stays in the back of my mind despite what I do to not have thoughts like that and that puts me in such a strange form of a mix of dysphoria and a panic attack at the same time.
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In another life, maybe I would get support from my family and get some real help with all this dysphoria that I constantly feel in varying stages. Unfortunately, the world does not give me that hope. My Dad is a pastor and works at a particular very anti LGBTQ Christian organization that actively tries to limit the rights of people like me and calls us a "particularly evil lie of Satan" (for obvious reasons, I will not say the name of the org, but if you know a bit about where i live, you can infer what Christian Organization i am talking about.) Even though he does not and will never not know about my queerness, it feels like a betrayal to have my dad, a person I thought people were supposed to trust, just.... not be able to help and understand my feelings about myself without threatening to kick me out. My mom is the same, but worse. She's one of those ultra MAGA trump people, and one of those "the gays are grooming our children people!!!" too. It's really awkward when she tries to talk about how trans women are pedophiles or something like that to me, especially because I am that. She is calling her child a groomer, sexual pest, etc. Just... I don't know how to feel about them. I thought parents were supposed to love, and yet, despite that, my parents just don't seem to do that to me. They don't care about my wellbeing and just tell me to pray it off when something goes bad and pick up all the shit my sisters do. I just wish I could get out of my situation, although I know that reality is for me is that I'll have to watch over my parents forever. It sucks, especially when I see so many other of my minor trans friends have parents who support them and guide them. That probably comes from jealously, since I don't have experiences like that with my parents, or really any experience with them really...
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It does not help that being a queer kid in a relatively conservative city and school make's it really hard to make friends. I feel awkward trying to make friends who are girls, because I don't look like a girl, nor do i dress like one or even act like one much either. I want to make friends who are girls and supportive since I feel like that could help validate my gender identity, but people just see me as some perverted guy, which I'm not and that does not help my mental state and the constant feeling that I'm lying to myself. Talking and trying to make friends who are guys does not help either at all. I don't want to lie to people about who I am to make friends. I want to make friends and be myself with them and around them at the same time. If I can't do that, what's the point. I've accepted at this point that until I can present myself as a girl both socially and physically, there is no point in trying to start meaningful relationships with anyone in real life.
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In spite of everything, I still want to be Bella and still be a girl. I may not like anything about myself atm, nor am I happy, but at the end of the day, it's the hope that one day I can be myself and be the girl I want to be that keeps me going. Plus, if it was not for all the friends and connections I've made from this website, I don't think I would even be alive today. The constant hope that there will be a day that a stranger will she me in public or the hope that a kid will come up today and say "miss, I think you are very pretty" or something like that is the drive to keep on pushing and keep on being... well, me.
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I'm sorry if this writing is a bit all over the fucking place. I was writing this from the heart, and I was just rambling. If anyone wants to give me some advice on what to do in my situation, that would probably be nice. Don't feel pressed to though.