Since I was very little, I didn't like my body. I didn't like how it looked; I didn't like how I feel, but my familiars constantly reassured me that I was beautiful in my own way.
Maybe they were right about that, maybe I did look good. But to me— But I didn't agree with them.
I've tried to do many things with myself, shaving, cutting hair, experimented with skin care routines and even tried attempted to use body shaving cream.
And so far, I have my hopes in the last option. It's a tiny form of self-expression, of who I want to be, to look like. Even of the change is miniscule, it's still change after all, small actions lead to big changes.