i feel monstrous with my height and frame. i cant bring myself to hug the people i love anymore because i wont subject them to that which i hate more than anything. instead of this monster i appear as, i still dream of a time where i get to be the one they hug.
then write about a character who does both! either they start off despising the world then learn to love it again,, or they try to stick to the path of good but struggle with the urge of lashing out at the world.
how do we know that the speed limit of the universe is what we measure as the speed of light? can we not assume that it is only the local speed limit of light, which may change elsewhere due to gravity and other forces? what if the expansion of the universe is only perceived??
I believe that there will come a day after which no trans person will ever have to suffer to be themself.
And any child born after this day will never know of the hatred that the world once had.
And we will all live in a world where every trans person is celebrated and loved.
