Compulsory Femininity, Womanhood, and Me
So, a big part of the last eighteen months or so, I have been asking myself a lot of questions about my gender identity.
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Hi, I’m Lou, and I had a great childhood!
I’m gaining weight.
Which is a neutral statement, really. Hell, even a positive one: I have more energy, I’m fitter, my skin is clearer.
But I don’t like it.
Trigger warning for discussions of sexual harassment and eating disorders.
So, a few months ago, I wrote An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia. And, with everything going in the world right now, I figured that it’s only time that I come down from on high to deliver to you my Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria.
For a really long time, I committed my life to what I saw as the pursuit of perfection.
At times like this, it’s easy to slide backwards.
A few days ago, Trisha Paytas released a video. The internet’s most dedicated full-time troll, it’s not exactly as though she’s a stranger to controversy, but this video hit that internet sweet-spot and soon blew up in a big cloud of outrage. In it, Paytas claimed to have Disassociative Identity Disorder (DID), which, she mentioned, she had diagnosed herself.
You remember that Not Like The Other Girls phase? That time you spent, however long it lasted, where you were just convinced that you were that one specimen of femininity who didn’t, quite, fit?
