I found a weirdly comforting metaphor for people struggling with their identity
The other day I was really upset, I'm from Greece but had a pretty tough time there with something... Not really trans related, just something tough. So my parents said we'll stay in Holland for a while. It's weird because in Holland, nobody knows I'm trans and I thought that passing would make me feel better but I always worry that if someone finds out I wasn't always a girl.
So I've been feeling really down, between what happened and the worrying and this doesn't solve everything but I told my mom I'm not even a real girl, what's the fucking point? And so to comfort me, she asked if butterflies aren't really butterflies because they started life as caterpillars... Oh my God I fucking cried so much, she has no idea how comforting that it.
I suppose if anyone here feels like they're not really a girl, or not really a boy, for trans men, maybe you could think about that caterpillar and butterfly thing for comparison?