One of the things I ran into in my transition years was:

"OK, things were messed up for guys but things are REALLY messed up for women. It's not a party of happiness and joy over here, you know. You're in for a bumpy ride."

Or sentiments like this.

It's decades later and I can say this with experience:

Yeah, shit's messed up on both sides of the sex/gender fence but for whatever reason, I'm far more comfortable/skilled at dealing with *this* version of messed up.

By a wide friggin' margin.

@timberwraith I had very few cis women try to tell me being a woman was terrible and I would learn to regret it, and the ones who did say things like that seemed to be miserable people in general.

They seemed annoyed that I wasn't dissuaded from it and particularly when I said I could no sooner stop being a woman than they could.

@gwynnion "It'll be easier to stop being yourself."

Sure. I'll get right on that. 🙄

@timberwraith Yeah, basically. Most of the women I talked to about it early on were supportive even if, I suppose, they weren't fully persuaded or convinced that I knew what I was doing. Heh.
@timberwraith But the whole "it's hard being a woman" thing, I sympathized with, obviously, but I was also like, "I don't think people can denigrate me or my intelligence or take advantage of me or hold me to unrealistic standards any more than they already have."

@gwynnion I hear that. Years of hating myself in childhood allows me to hear that. [sigh]

For me, years later, what comes to mind is:

All of the crap that I've gone through as a woman pales in comparison to the suffering and misery of pretending to be someone I absolutely was not.