I'm just gonna go ahead and be anon on this one because lol.
I identify as genderqueer and am not out to a single soul, other than to an online queer community. None of my other online friends (or irl or anything) know, hence anon.
I could go into essay after essay about my experiences being genderqueer or other, but this project is about our bodies and how we feel about them so I'll try to keep on subject.
As cliche as it sounds, I've always hated my body. This got a whole lot worse when I hit puberty and started growing these massive hips. My shape is undeniably female. I've never been able to find curves attractive, even in most other women, just because it's what I see in myself and hate so much. I can't stand to look in the mirror before or after showering but I also make myself as a sort of sick, "remember how gross you look because you can't let this get out of hand" type of thinking.
My hips and thighs are probably my biggest area of dysphoria. I legitimately want to cry with overwhelming hatred when I think about them, and about how even some of the skinniest women I've seen have wide hips. I could give myself a full on eating disorder and still possibly never have the body I need to have. My thighs aren't AS bad because I've always had fairly slender legs (at least compared to the rest of me), so I feel that if I lost enough weight, my legs would probably be an acceptably gender ambiguous size.
My arms and shoulders are another serious problem area for me. I carry a lot of chub in my upper arms without much muscle definition; even for a woman, you could say my arms were fat. You'd never know I wasn't severely overweight if you just saw my arms (or my stomach or my hips or my back, for that matter. yikes.) I've been self-concious about them since I was in early elementary school. I rarely wear t-shirts unless the sleeves come down really far because they make my arms look so awful. And my shoulders, they're not exactly angular. I don't even know how to describe them except they're full of round? They're wide, which I don't mind, especially because that helps to balance out my hips, but they're so dang soft looking and it's always disgusted me. I just want angular, bony shoulders and thin, muscular arms.
And don't even get my started on my face. It's entirely feminine. From my eyes to my lips to my jaw to my cheeks and even my forehead, you'd know within a second of looking at me that I was female, regardless of how I was dressed or how I fixed my hair. At best, I look like an ugly, femme little boy. And at worst, of course, I look like an ugly, femme girl. Not that there's anything wrong with femme girls, it's just something I've always hated about myself. It was one of the contributing factors toward chopping my hair off. I'd much rather look like a fem-butch lesbian than like an awkward girly girl. Though my face will never carry the androgyny that most genderqueer individuals I've seen have. It's rather gross.
On a major TMI note, I feel the downstairs should be mentioned in a post like this, especially being anon. Basically, I have issues with it. I don't touch it, I don't use tampons (can't stand the idea OR the feeling of anything being 'up there'), and when I masturbate, I do so through my clothes, and as you can imagine, no penetration ever takes place. I used to shave because I thought I had to, now I don't do anything with it because at least the hair conceals it. I don't think I'd want a penis either, but if I had the choice, I'd go with that over this. When I was a kid, I had this elaborate plan to get some surgery that would be able to sew it all up and have it heal so that there was nothing there, it'd just be a continuation of the skin from my stomach going down over between my legs and there would be no extra bits or anything. Of course I realized I would still need to pee, so they could make a tiny little hole I would be able to pee out of, like a nostril type deal, and I wouldn't have to deal with genitals ever again. This was my early elementary school fantasy, folks.
I guess if I had to sum up my feelings about my body, they would be shame and disgust. I'm not one of those awesome 'love your body and love yourself' feminist queer folk at all. I'm one of those terribly insecure always-needing-to-look-more-male-and-never-succeeding folk who will probably never come to terms with themselves or if they do, it'll be after years of eating disorders and body mutilation, and it'll never be the ideal. I don't respect my body and I don't care for it properly because I've never felt a connection to it. I should be appreciative for it and the life it brings me, it does its job of keeping me alive and that's all that should matter, but it's also brought me a range of health and pain conditions along with some serious body dysphoria and I don't know how to be thankful for that.
Hope this helps! I'm excited to see what you come up with.