Speaking of the agonies of female puberty – Glosswitch has an astonishing post on the subject titled The right way for women to disappear.
I am not at home in the body I have. I’ve never got over the desire to tell people, the first time I meet them, that this isn’t the real me. The real me is thin, breastless, narrow-hipped. This version of me is a poor compromise, a pathetic accommodation. I look like a woman but actually I identify as a human being.
I relate to that. I don’t experience it as sharply as Glossy does, but it fits nevertheless.
… Read the restWomanhood, I had decided, was not for me. I sought to roll back puberty and remain stuck
