Today a trans friend told me that he couldn't understand how I was just vibin' as a non dysphoric trans man and I think my explanation was pretty chill?

So anyways how being fat at a young age turned out to be a weird saving grace when it comes to being trans
I always say that my list of oppression is being fat first, black second and trans is third.

At the age of 8 I became fat due to a series of issues but being fat at a young age invites unfiltered curiousity from other young children. So I was asked "why are you fat?" a lot
Which I couldn't answer, I just was. But it forced me to do something that a lot of young children don't have to do. And that is I had to perceive myself and find answer to the question "why am I fat?" "is being fat bad?" "am I big boned, what even is big boned?"
So here I am, 8+ and having a fat existencial crisis but also calm. The women who were cool in the 90's Aaliyah, TLC and Naomi Campbell, and more had no effect on me. I loved seeing them but never felt the need to be them ( probs the first trans hint )
Fat, 8+ and not wanting to look like Aaliyah but also understanding that therefore I will never be loved like Aaliyah meant you have to seek the love elsewhere but where that love could be found was also a mystery to me. I am a fucking child
So I boxed it and vibed till the first time I heard the sentence "yeah you are fun, and your face is nice but the body, you know"

floored. I didn't even ask that person for their opinion but you know, when you are fat in public, you are also public domain I guess.
So I was juggling being fat, a lesbian but the label doesn't quite fit, and I like Aaliyah but don't want to be her all at once. Which is exhausting.

Until I decided to just say fuck it. I wasn't going to be shamed into becoming thin. Thin = Aaliyah = Womanhood ≠ Me.
Which was dumb statement but let me be, I was 13 at the time. So I started to pour hours into loving and enjoying myself.

Found comfort in Missy Elliott, my body and most important of all told myself I was worthy of love and if they can't love me fat, then don't love me at all
I refused to blame or hate my body for how people wished to perceive it and tried to shame me for it.

And I wasn't going to hold up my palm for crumbs of love. So I baked my own bread of love and gave myself the unconditional love that I deserve to this day!
At the age of 15, I was a fat, big boobed, lesbian, and masculine and I loved every second of it.

Even if I didn't understand my boobs. Neutral about them, they were a part of me and I love me, so I loved them too.
So when I came out as trans at the age of 20 I was already in a commited relationship with my body. One that said, 'we may not have all the answers but I am happy to see you, to take care of you and just exist without apologizing'

And that is why I think being fat helped me.
TLDR:

Having to learn how to accept my fat body at a young age helped me accept my body when I came out as trans.

Your body can't help how it all turned out but that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve any less love and neither do you ❤️
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