when it no longer serves you, let it go✨
for the longest time, my binder served as a source of confidence and affirmation of the male part of my gender identity. Each day I put it on, I would run my hands down my smooth flat chest, grateful for the sense of control and congruence it helped achieve. Over time, the positive feelings and excitement I felt around wearing my binder faded away, and all that was left was dysphoria, physical pain and intense envy for a male appearing chest. I wore a binder every day for over 3 years before pursuing top surgery. Towards the end of this three year period, my binder felt like a constant reminder of my struggle, pain, and inability to have the world see me for who I am. It was time to let it go.