trans thoughts, history, trauma
I can remember crying myself to sleep one night in late 2014 because I'd "never have breasts" and chalking it up to the one of the stages of grief I was going through - an "if only I'd been different I could have kept him" kind of thing. Hard to pin down further because of all the damaged memories I have for that year. It was definitely tripped by someone's comment about their own transition desires, though.
@Soreth
"That's the way things come clear. All of a sudden. And then you realize how obvious they've been all along."
— Madeleine L'Engle, "The Arm of the Starfish" (1965)