(🦋) — Do others even see her as... 'she'? Or have they just gotten used to 'Janet'?

Janet had spent most of the day preparing for this moment, carefully selecting the perfect outfit for a night out with her girlfriend. She thought a simple dress would do the trick, something that would make her feel confident, feminine even. But as she stood in front of the mirror, everything felt wrong. The dress clung to her curves, accentuating the parts of her body she didn’t want to see. Her chest was flat, the one feature she still couldn’t embrace. The voice in her head was louder now, like an old friend coming back to remind her of everything she couldn’t change. It wasn’t just a dress—it was a reminder of all the things she hadn’t done, all the things she was still missing. She was supposed to be happy. She had love, she had support, but in this moment, all she could see was failure. Janet just wanted to feel beautiful, wanted to feel like herself, but in the silence of that room, the reflection staring back at her felt like a stranger.

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