Category : Stories

Sub Category : YoungAdult

A Trans mans best friend. The Binder. Well at least my best friend. My makeshift binders work as well as they can. A real binder is not at my disposal. So I make do. Old fabric from my sowing class when I was seven. Some duct tape. A pair of shoe laces from a pair of converses. Some old bras that are one size to small. I have tried it all. Yet nothing seems to work just right. 

My favorite method. Wraping myself in a long strip of  cloth. Then wraping that in three of so layers of duct tape. It works the best out of all my options. It hides some of my curves under my still baggie, yet the smallest mens size, t shirt. And if the binder dosen't work I alyways have my big sweatshirts.  

My Binder is my poorly made armor. A DIY project to protect me from my own dyshoria. To hide my curves from myself and the world. I squeez myself it this fabric not because it is the norm. Oh trust me it is anything but normal. I do it to hide the look of my own boobs under my clothing. If I don't, I no longer look manly enough to be a man. That flat chest puts me one step closer. One step closer to feeling like another cis male and that step is huge.