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Jazz chose to have surgery. No one pushed her into it at 17 years old. Her parents wanted her to wait until she was 21 years old. Now she must learn to live with the results for the rest of her life. I think that Jazz has turned to fast food in order to cope with the stress of having her whole life on TV.
Quoting: Anonymous Coward 83915051 The biggest question is WHY was a MINOR, and 17 still is a MINOR in the USA, allowed to make such a critical decision?
When I was 17 I had a lot of plastic surgeons saved for a day I could afford them. I wanted all my face and body changed. Turns out I was suffering from extreme abuse from my parents, but didn’t know because that’s all normal was to me. I see it in all these trans kids. The parents and society are failures to a lot of kids, and the kids think they were born bad or wrong and have to fix themselves
If you don’t mind, please explain/share the process of you getting to where you understood that your desires to mutilate your body were a result of parental abuse.
I’d like to see how the change in thought process occurred, the light bulb..epiphany.. Thanks
I thought I was born defective.
There were many moments . It’s hard to condense years into sentences. See if you can draw similarities to how trans view themselves.
I was told I was bad from a very young age. Anytime I was curious about anything, the screws in the door hinge or the noise a spoon made if you hit it against the sink, I was scolded and my dad assumed I was being bad on purpose. It’s worse than I can depict because he was drunk all the time. These experiences made me shut off any expression in order to not upset my primary caregiver. I wanted his approval because I thought that was love. This is how all kids’ minds work.
My mom told me “You’re naturally skinny. It’s in your dna and you were born that way. “ I was always hungry and women would come up and tell her she needs to feed me more and that they would feed me at their house.” She’d say “She was born this way! It’s how she is naturally.”
She added a moral issue to my thinking(virtue signal). I believed not eating was good behavior because eating was selfish. I wanted her approval because I thought that was love.
Having my identity smashed very young and this bizarre obsession from my mom hoisted on me, was normal life to me.
In my teens I wanted to be a model so I could be the person my mom kept saying I am and I could feel good about it. But what I really wanted was to not feel alone, and bonding with those monsters for parents was impossible. I felt sickeningly lonely, but at that age I could hardly identify the feeling or what to do about it. So in my childlike mind I decided the problems in my life are all me, and I wanted to change everything about me on the inside and outside to fix myself.
Those identities change as you get older. You escape the cult you lived in. Other sane people in the world treat you like a normal person, who is good, and is hungry, so you see the contrast.
My mother in law asked why I eat like a bird. I said “I don’t take too much food because if I take it you might not have enough later.” Thinking this is polite. It’s not polite to starve yourself and nobody thinks it is. I learned that lesson that day, when she dragged 40lb of rice out and said “I’ll make more!” A healthy dose of anger at me snapped me out of the crazed dream I had been living in and I questioned what kind of mother would let her kid think eating is a type of sin?
What kind of mother teaches that masculinity is toxic?
Or that castration is happiness?
Or that injecting hormones not meant for your body is healthy?
Or that you were born defective?
