48 Hour Challenge: Don't Wear a Binder
Okay, okay, it hasn't been 48 hours, yet, but this is day two of not wearing a binder at all. I've decided to try this fun game where I ignore my gender dysphoria and refuse to wear a binder even when my brain instructs me to. "But people will notice your bust!" my brain cries. Nearly every girl is convex in that area, and in most girls, the bust is noticeable. And since I do not wear skin-tight clothing to reveal the shape of it, I am no more likely to be stared at in that area than other girls. Besides, I'm not going to let other people's view of my body dictate what I wear. That has never been the sole anxiety of my gender dysphoria. "But if you look down, you'll see the surface area of your chest sticking out!" my brain stabs deeper. Then don't look down, stupid. I'm very hard on myself when it comes to taking charge of anxiety or motivation. I know most therapists would encourage you to "coddle" yourself as you prepare your...