The t-girl lady whom I mentored as my live-in roommate, for 5 months or so, experienced a huge change in body dysphoria.
She came here driving a VERY nice car, with a legendary engine. She’d barely been able to to afford it but as a techie, she appreciated good engineering. She was a walking encyclopedia as to this car and its technical traits. I’m an automotive engineer and even by my high standards, she is very knowledgeable. She bought and downloaded the multi-thousand-page online manual and devoured it. She had bought and installed extra diagnostics that even including modifying the wiring harness. It all worked. She drove the car well, hard and fast. It was her pride and joy. The smallest anomaly in its behavior, she noticed and focused on correcting ASAP. Nothing was too good for this car. She even serviced the transmission herself, even though she had never done it before and lacked all the ideal tools. Even so she did it right, and well — and methodically. It took her almost a week, but she was dedicated to doing it perfectly.
Every so often, when she was taking a breath between paragraphs of chatting about the technical wonders of her car, I’d gently point out how magnificent her own physique would be if she treated herself, specifically her body, as nicely as she does her car. She acknowledged the point but for the first few months, that didn’t happen.
It certainly needed to. Before she came here, her heath was in bad shape. Daily meals consisted of mostly Ramen noodle cups, plus the not-so-healthy food her mom would prepare for family dinners. As far as I could tell, the t-girl didn’t much care. She was focused on cerebral concerns. As to her body, it really didn’t seem to matter to her. She weighed a lot more than ideal but (key point) in an unhealthy way. When she came here I was very concerned.
Yes, I made her healthy food to eat, but that was only half the battle. The other half is best summed up by a phrase that I recall as to overweight people (which group included me, until recently): “It’s not just about what you’re eating, it’s also about what’s eating you.”
For t-girls with body dysphoria, that seems to be a very apt phrase.
Then, about three months after arriving, she started becoming more focused on what she was eating and how her body was reacting. More and more, the balance shifted from her car to herself. It was wonderful for me to observe.