I Used to Feel Fat

How thirty years of diet culture kept me from understanding my own gender dysphoria, and what that means for the trans patients in your care.

I used to feel fat.

She is so proud. I hate myself. We stand in the kitchen, looking out over the sunken garage-turned-living-room half a floor below where my father sits in front of the television. He must feel as awkward as I do. This is so awkward! I want to scream. This isn't normal! But what do I know about normal? I don't. She's the one always telling me how not-normal I am, so she must know, right? She must.

I'm wearing my first training bra. She is so proud. I hate myself. The moment extends for an entire age in my memory, frozen in time. He must feel as awkward as I do. Please gods let him feel as awkward as I do, before the memory turns malignant, grows claws and teeth. What do I know about normal?

I don’t know normal. So when I’m told that this feeling is “fat” I believe them.

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