Incredibly my acceptance of myself declined as I got older.
Until recently.
I was a 12-13 year old with waist length hair and a 29" waist. My 32" hips and my 128 lbs meant grandma kept me in the sewing room helping making wedding dresses, school clothes, and catering weddings.
Breast tissue growth sparked my father's interest, and "you have to man up" became my new world.
As my puberty was heading the wrong direction (according to my father), testosterone therapy was prescribed for two years my senior year and one more year after high school. I grew from 5'3" to 5'10 on testosterone as well as a deeper voice and facial hair.
I did stop testosterone after moving out, but the damage was already done.
Family kept the "man up" pressure going most of my adult life, but something didn't fit well with me. You see I'm intersex, and physical exams always got it mentioned. I'm not very completely "at all" in the men's department and quite deformed. School locker rooms were always a challenge with breasts and lacking on the first floor.
My mid 50's brought more breast growth and of course heavy doses of the "pink fog". Manning up just made less sense everyday.
Questions as to bra wearing, then types that would work for me brought up repressed feelings from my past. I finally pressured my GP enough to order some blood work and an ultrasound.
The results answered all my questions, and now diagnosed with PMDS, and having a uterus and fallopian tubes inside made me realize my parents chose the wrong path for me. I never fit in properly because I was raised wrong.
Finally accepting myself became much easier, because I knew who I was physically. Transitioning (if your can call it that now) was my destiny.
That was and still is a struggle. I deal with it everyday. I just have to wake up and look in the mirror and tell myself. You are you!
Am I at 100% acceptance, not even close. But I am miles ahead of where I was last year.