Are you ugly?
A question posted by gwendally that I wanted to share my answer to with my friends:
Q. Are you ugly?
A. Totally. I mean, there's the obvious: I'm a transsexual, so my body most decidedly does Not Measure Up: no real penis or sack full o' sperminess, smaller and weaker, and with big, thick scars crossing my chest. I'm also hairy in a way that makes the fabulous Queer Eye boys itch: back hair, hair coming out the TOP OF MY NOSE, seriously, and lots and lots of ass hair. And stretch marks! Not just childbirth stretch marks, still visible 13 years later, but "any time I grew too fast I got 'em" stretch marks on my hips, back, arms, and generations of them fading everywhere, plus post-surgical ones radiating from under my armpits and around my irregular areolae. What else? Oh, and I look like a cartoon: I have a round head, a flat face, big eyes and a tiny nose and mouth. (I swear my nose is too small to breathe through.)
And I am soooo laughing at myself right now, because all of that is true, and at the same time, I have affection for it all, and the parts I didn't name because they're not ugly, per se, but they're not right: I think my toes are lazy but cute. And I also think I'm teh hotness, because I've been using my body in ways I never have before and I feel awesome. I'm even making my toes work harder these days, because I have dominion over five foot seven feet of two hundred pounds of flesh, and I want to flex every part of it.
Q. Are you ugly?
A. Totally. I mean, there's the obvious: I'm a transsexual, so my body most decidedly does Not Measure Up: no real penis or sack full o' sperminess, smaller and weaker, and with big, thick scars crossing my chest. I'm also hairy in a way that makes the fabulous Queer Eye boys itch: back hair, hair coming out the TOP OF MY NOSE, seriously, and lots and lots of ass hair. And stretch marks! Not just childbirth stretch marks, still visible 13 years later, but "any time I grew too fast I got 'em" stretch marks on my hips, back, arms, and generations of them fading everywhere, plus post-surgical ones radiating from under my armpits and around my irregular areolae. What else? Oh, and I look like a cartoon: I have a round head, a flat face, big eyes and a tiny nose and mouth. (I swear my nose is too small to breathe through.)
And I am soooo laughing at myself right now, because all of that is true, and at the same time, I have affection for it all, and the parts I didn't name because they're not ugly, per se, but they're not right: I think my toes are lazy but cute. And I also think I'm teh hotness, because I've been using my body in ways I never have before and I feel awesome. I'm even making my toes work harder these days, because I have dominion over five foot seven feet of two hundred pounds of flesh, and I want to flex every part of it.