So many months of trying, of tracking, of ingesting hormones, of blood draws and medical appointments. So much time and effort. So many tears shed.
I still hated the way I looked. I still felt fat and grotesque. Sure, I received more attention from boys and everyone told me I looked great, but in my mind, they were wrong.
So today, I’m taking a stand against it. I’m pushing myself to stop issuing an apology for things that don’t warrant one.