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Does your physical appearance match your inner view of yourself?

I think mirrors are broken.

When I look in one, nothing looks like it really is.

I always think cameras are like that.

It's like, okay, what a beautiful scene here, gonna take a photo, there we go, and.... what in the heck happened, nothing looked like that, you horrible demon box.

weird little flesh-vessel

I read this as "weird little fish vessel" at first and was very confused.

I know I should probably wear my glasses but good grief I cant stand the things.
 
I used to be very skinny from being a kid, right up until my early twenties. I had low muscle tone and physically looked very delicate. At about 28 or 29, I started filling out and becoming more traditionally masculine looking with broad shoulders, bigger arms and so on.

I'm not sure how to feel about that really, I've been told by other people that I look better being somewhat overweight than when I was underweight.
 
I don't know what the inner person looks like. So my physical look is just that. It opens doors at most, then l have to work hard and be productive when employed.
 
I take my appearance very seriously, but for my own reasons. I'll explain ~
... I'm weird, right? I am simply not going to make friends very easily. However a discovery I made a few years ago helps.
As an infant I used to cross dress, borrowing my sister' clothes until the day she informed me that she didn't like wearing my clothes any more than I did. A few years ago, then, I remembered those days and decided to try it again.
Well whoopee! Going down the street I discovered that I had suddenly been cast into a new category of people... almost like a new dimension of existence. All these nice people who, on my previous dress code would have treated me with considerable disdain, gave me nice smiles and sisterhood.
I've never gone back to man dressing. I do my dress and make-up very very well and can be the prettiest. (That really is fun.)
It's probably relevant that I don't have an aggressive sexuality.
 
I always think cameras are like that.

It's like, okay, what a beautiful scene here, gonna take a photo, there we go, and.... what in the heck happened, nothing looked like that, you horrible demon box.



I read this as "weird little fish vessel" at first and was very confused.

I know I should probably wear my glasses but good grief I cant stand the things.
That would be a bait bucket. I'm bringing minnows, let's go fishing!
 
I’m curious if that's just me, and if it's an autistic thing. Anybody else feel that way?
Not for me, but it is a weight loss thing. I no longer look like I have for most of my life. I no longer feel like I have for most of my life. When I look in the mirror today I see 46% of what was in the mirror in the summer of 2020. More jarring, I look very much like my deceased Uncle John now who was in his 50s when he passed.
 

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