The other night I was watching memes with my fiancé. A gif came on that started with some guy in a gym and some text that said "if you want bigger forearms..."
Like many of us, I have dysphoria about the size of my wrists. But my fiancé quickly swiped away.
"Wait, I need bigger forearms!" I said.
"Nah you don't," he said casually.
"Really? You like my forearms?"
"Yeah! You have nice, normal forearms."
Contrast this with the trans/queer community, where my dysphoria was always immediately "validated" with comments about how sexy I would be with strong thick wrists and suggestions for exercises I could try.
Something about the combination of the words "nice" and "normal" really settled into my brain comfortably.
As a sidenote, I've realized my perfect response for the pronoun question, from now on. "I prefer sex-based pronouns."
It's perfect because it's true. "Identity"-based pronouns make me dysphoric as fuck. Sex-based pronouns are neutral and logical and don't send me into a self-scrutiny doom spiral.