Dysphoria is different for all transgender

people.

For me, it's the feeling of wanting to

rip my skin off and get rid of this body.

It's not mine.

I do not feel like me in this body.

A body with the things I long for is

what I would feel most comfortable in.

Dysphoria is horrid.

Crying, weeping, longing to change the body

you're in, longing to get out, dysphoria

is a monster.

You claw at your own skin, wanting

to tear it off and start anew.

You cry, for that day has not come yet.

Why? Why can't you just fix the

imperfections? Why must you even have these

imperfections?

It's a horrible thing, this dysphoria.

You can't do anything about this imperfections

for a while, so you weep, thinking maybe

the tears will

take them away.

Dysphoria is a monster.

One that will haunt you for a long, long while.

One that makes you sad, makes you cry, makes

you want to get out of the body you're in.

But you can't.

Not yet.