#bodySads is when

I am a creature of righteous anger,

But society dismisses my fury as overreaction and hysteria.

But it will not save their bones from being ground to dust.

I've never felt so robbed as when I learned that estrogen stunts bone growth.

#bodysads

Though this talk of haircuts reminds me of the time I angry cried because of a haircut.

I had gotten a sort of chin length cut. I was happy with it at first, but when I got home I realized they'd tapered the back into a sort of bob.

And I was furious and defeated and to my confusion and probably to my boyfriend's I started to cry.

Looking back now it was pretty obvious. Tapering the back made the cut from a longish, overgrown male cut to a distinctly female one. This was before I'd figured this gender stuff out, so I didn't put the pieces together then. Though I went into the hairdresser with female pictures the one I picked was inspired by Sebastian's (male) appearance.

My aversion to haircuts probably has to do with a lifetime of experiences like this. Just almost getting what I want but then being thrown off by some unspeakable detail that takes an acceptable androgynous/male haircut into feminine. I have the words now, so at least there's a hope that the next one will be right. But I'm still not looking forward to it.

#bodySads