It wasn't often you felt like this. Well, not rarely either, but still, it was never this bad.

You haven't been feeling well from the start, since you woke up this morning. Your mood seemed only worsen the further the day got on. You didn't like the way your clothes hugged your body, you didn't particularly have a thrill doing your hair, either. You were just generally feeling uncomfortable.

As you looked into the full length mirror on your and Davina's closet, you found yourself frowning. You nitpicked everything you didn't like about yourself, your body. The hips, the waist, the stomach, the arms.. the list kept growing and growing the more you looked.

You hated this ever persisting feeling of dysphoria. Everyday you found a new thing about yourself that was 'too feminine'. Hardly ever were you satisfied with the way you looked or sounded or acted.

Your trail of thoughts was interrupted by footsteps. You turned to the door, and Davina was leaning against the doorframe of your shared bedroom. "Are you alright, darling?" She asked, softly. A gentle look on her face — she was worried.