Nah it did jack shit for me in that regard. Don’t get me wrong, transitioning fixed my gender dysphoria, but that’s nothing to do with self-worth.

If anything prior to transition I never fucking worried about this stuff, because I wasn’t even really a person, I wasn’t even afraid of dying because I wasn’t really living in the first place. Most of the time I wanted to die throughout my teens so what I figured out to be gender dysphoria would just stop torturing me. Transitioning saved my life.

Now, I’m 10 years in. What a ride. Now I actually quite like my life, I like myself, both physically of course in that my body basically doesn’t cause me any dysphoria at all anymore, a sentiment I find baffling really, and even just my character, I’ve had a tough life and a tough time transitioning, but I’ve come out so much stronger at the end of it.

But that’s just the baseline. I’m a woman. There’s like a fuckton of women in the world. Who am I really? What makes my life worth living? If anything - this is exacerbated by how hard I worked to even just have some peace. What is it all for, just to reduce suffering, or am I capable of more than merely that?