Always someone comes along and says they’ll regret it. But you’ll seldom hear the voicing of regret - imagine allowing yourself to be regretful - yes, detransitioners exist but they are the mentally strong and brave ones. Who knows how many women actually regret but will never say.
I want to weep and scream at the same time. How on earth do you end up believing that having a surgeon cut away healthy flesh is in any way a good thing? It just seems to be fuelled by enormous resentment at having been born a female. Puberty arrives and suddenly it’s like Eve eating the apple and self-consciousness rearing its head. The sickening realisation that some process is now in train that will lead to sexual attention (wanted and/or unwanted), all the uncontrollable growth and shape shifting - and you just want to be an unselfconscious, in-control boy, able to run on the beach with your shirt off, free from the leering of men, living life without the encumbrances of feminity.
And yes, how apt that they talk about anorexia. How surgically neat and tidy it is to instead let someone else take a surgical scalpel to your body to exercise this ‘control’. Saving you the crumbling teeth, self-harm scars and endless hospital admissions.
I just saw a post on Instagram where two 19 year old female twins are stood smiling and bare chested showing off their fresh top-surgery scars. The surgeon or their mother (it’s in Spanish so I’m not sure) can be heard coo-ing with admiration.
I’m sick of all this. Truly sick.