Yesterday, I caught a sideways glance of myself in a mirror and it was one of those cognitive dissonance moments.  What I saw was a dude with boobs… as if my head belonged to a guy and was put on someone else’s body.  I didn’t hate it, it wasn’t a dysphorically negative moment, it was just ‘Huh, wow, that’s what other people see, isn’t it?’
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