I get down on myself a lot. A lot. I'm too fat, or I'm not pretty enough, or what the hell is going on with my hair, and why can't I, like, ever find a pair of jeans that are both cute and... ahem, "transfriendly"? And it doesn't help that a handful of family members are honestly expecting me to get married before the end of time when I'm not even
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