So I bought my first chest binder.
I went with the black tank binder from gc2b. Size medium in the full-tank binder, at their recommendation, though I might be between a medium and a small. They said they’d exchange it for free if it didn’t fit. I realistically looked at my goth-ass wardrobe and went with black. I can always get another later if it doesn’t work.
It’s weird, I kinda felt sad as I ordered it, though I super want one. It’s like, it’s really real, I’m really trans, I truly have to do this shit. Freaked me out a bit. Then again, I don’t think transgender people binding should be portrayed in a tragic light. When I put the thing on, I suddenly felt amazing — but then I wondered if that made me super fucked-up. I don’t need to be trained into any more of that self-gaslighting.
- The thing looks decently well made. No popping seams or anything. I’d heard better reviews of the black in that respect, so that influenced my choice.
- Damn, binders are fucking tight! I emitted a squeak getting it on, I think. I went with the medium due to broad shoulders, despite having a 32 inch chest, and I’m so glad I did. They say don’t round down on sizing, and that’s a fact.
- Boobs gone. Oh my god, boobs gone. I don’t look like a cis dude, there’s a bit of bulk there that isn’t shaped just like a cis/post-op guy’s chest. But I am most definitely flat for the first time since 12. And yes, it feels and looks right to me.
- If you have a history of asthma or panic attacks, the tightness might be a bit triggering at first. I’m doing my best to include some positive reinforcement and treats while getting used to this thing, basically trying to train myself to see it as a good feeling and not a scary one.
- I can’t wait to put on a more boyish shirt and go out in it. Imagine–WANTING to leave the house! Money well spent.
Just take a moment to appreciate my cat’s face.