Today I'm trying something new. A sort of diet. Hoping so very much that this doesn't turn into majorly disordered eating. I've just decided not to eat carbohydrates or sugars.

Back with gender and sexuality and body image issues. (Again)

Today is 07/21/09.

Spent a few hours bound in ACE bandages this morning. Not comfortable, but really effective. A woman in the bathroom wanted to know if I was a boy. Also, I look much younger than I am. Much.

The nurse got a call from the program about how I wasn't doing well (and I mean really not well) and she got worried again (oh, how I hate that) and wrote me asking me to come in as soon

Short hair, boy's shorts, man's shirt, boxer briefs, binder and squashed breasts. This is how I'm going out into the world this morning. Scared shitless.

I just cut my hair. Really badly, of course. With great big scissors. It was the closest I've come to fun in...weeks? Whatever. But I cut it a lot.