I'm dyin my hair today. None of my friends that have experience with dying hair respond to my texts. So my dad is helping. Oofff it'll probably be bad but whatever.
My hair is kinda starting to fall out a little bit. Oh well.
Oof so this is actually about being trans. The first thing is that I had 8 tubes of blood drawn on Thursday and then when I went back to school my arm was numb and I was kinda woozy.
Anywuas, so I'm starting birth control. And then instead of giving me estrogen so that my bones don't turn into powder I think they're gonna give me low dosages of T.
So yay.
Also this is kinda tmi but like I'm P i s s e d so read this if you want I don't really care.
Okay so the last time I had my chest measured was in like 4th grade and I was only like a small B so it wasn't that hard to bind. BUT NOW I still have small tits but like I think I'm a medium C cup ish and it's not that easy to bind and it's just frustrating. And I can't even get top surgery until I'm older than 16 but I doubt my dad would let me so I'm saving up and as soon as I turn 18 I'm gonna start the process.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trans and problematic
RandomThis is my second journal about being trans. Don't even both reading. I'll probably be dead in a week or two anyways. *trigger warning for the first few chapters*