one of the worst things about detransitioning was going from having my decisions and “identity” celebrated (by woke trans culture) as if i were a golden child, to being smeared, lied about, invalidated, insulted, condescended, ignored, and censored.

and not only that, but the eventual realization that all that love-bombing i got when i was trans that pushed me further and further down that path was never genuine, i was a pawn for woke people/institutions to push their agenda and validate their misguided (or cynical) moralism

at this point i’m over it, but for a long time it was hard to not have that constant energy that made me feel like i was special

but every time i see stuff like this, i think about what i would have thought upon seeing this kind of thing 5 years ago.

i would have felt that feeling of being special, being worthy of celebration, my body being righteous, but i wouldn’t have realized how conditional those feelings are.

it’s subtle in a way, nothing in this image is overtly telling you anything about your body or your worth. but to a young girl who has low self worth, feels self hatred, has disdain for her natural born body, it communicates that you can be special and worthy of celebration

in art and ad campaigns if you transition.

for someone who has those feelings the road to *genuinely* not hating yourself and accepting your body is long and complicated. every message coming out of gender ideology tells you that you can skip the wait. it’s a lie though.