Oh shush, that's the depression talking. I think you know that you look good, but you're working through it. You just do it in an extrinsic way, and need to work on your self image and deal with your dysphoria. Ask me how I know.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There is no hierarchy, despite what a lot of conservatives tend to push. There will always be somebody into you or what you look like or how you move or what you do. People are strange and weird and beautiful, and you are people, too.

Your body doesn't suck. It looks quite awesome, actually. Love your body for how capable it can be, because you're lucky that you're capable at all. Never ever take that for granted, because it can always get worse, and will. Injure yourself? Try to fix it, but you'll still have quite a bit left. And then repeat this process. When it comes to mortality and what you've got, I'm a firm believer that the glass is absolutely always half full, because empty... is E M P T Y . . .

My advice to you, to myself now, and to anybody else who reads this is this: stop wasting your time being unhappy with how you aren't, because life is short and there's infinite things you aren't. You are how you are, your potential is what it is; do whatever you can or want to do with your body, and stop being unhappy with it, because by doing so, you're wasting by far the most precious commodity you'll ever have: time. Or in your case, Miisha, your 20s, for now.

Death is permanent, and when it's over, there's literally nothing. Right now, you have something. It's good to play. It's good to enjoy. Go to a party, stay in and veg, punch a nazi, have group sex, sing, dance, go to the zoo, listen to the music of your people, vote, read a book, play videogames for a month straight without seeing the sun, drink a bunch of milk, talk to people, go see the sunrise, make weird noises at a wall for as long as you can, hum, learn to do the worm, whistle, make a dumb face at an old person then go have breakfast with them and talk about your favorite part of eating bread and how you wanna be loved, it matters, and you know in your heart what feels right. Listen to it, and stop listening to people who make you feel less. And since you're trans, your only job is to survive, and surviving is eating, drinking, sleeping, and doing what you can to take care of yourself. You don't owe anybody anything.

Like if you woke up today and forgot your past, and all you saw was what's in front of you and what's possible in your future. You look down at your hands and figure out what they can do and what they want to do, and do your best to get there and do that.

And stop the self deprecation. That's just holding yourself down. And not in the good way. Instead, go to the store and buy yourself a treat and then go for a walk. Got any ducks where you live? Or maybe those little birds?

Your arch, though. That's solid.