Jealous of men. It feels so unfair sometimes.

I know this might sound bitter or dramatic, but I honestly feel jealous of men in a way that’s hard to explain. Their bodies just seem to exist for pleasure and simplicity. They have it so easy. They can have sex, feel good, and move on.

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They don’t bleed every month, they don’t have to plan around cramps, hormones, birth control, or the fear of pregnancy. They don’t have to carry life or endure the kind of pain that comes with being a woman.

Meanwhile, being in a female body feels like living with constant punishment. Periods, ovulation, cramps, pregnancy, childbirth, menopause it’s like every stage of life comes with its own pain. It’s exhausting. You’re told to smile through it, act normal, take painkillers, get up and go to work, even when your body is screaming at you. Society romanticizes it as strength, but honestly, sometimes it just feels cruel.

I’ve been jealous since I was young. I got my first period early, and I remember crying because I felt like I’d lost something I didn’t even understand yet. Men’s bodies don’t betray them like this. They age, sure, but they don’t bleed or break down every month. I look at them and I can’t help but feel angry that they get to live without all of this.

Sometimes I even think about transitioning not because I hate being a woman at my core, but because I’m so tired of the pain that comes with it. I’m tired of feeling like my body is a constant battle. It feels like I’m stuck inside something that works against me every single day.

I don’t know how to stop feeling this jealousy. It’s not even about men themselves, it’s about how unfair biology feels. I wish I could love my body, but right now, it just feels like a reminder of everything I have to endure simply because I was born female.

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