I recall well the feeling of being overwhelmed by so much feminine information all at once. I knew I did not look good on a skirt and top but I tried anyway and eventually learned about matching outfits and accessories. I wish my old friend Kristy could see me in my long dress with spaghetti straps now.
While at the beach about a year ago, I was under the canopy reading by myself. The neighbors daughters checked me out good and I heard one of them ask their mother if I was a boy? I was wearing a short tank top, womens bike shorts, cheap shades and wide hat and had just painted my nails purple. The mother looks around right at me and laughs, slaps the girl lightly on the shoulder, and tells her I most definately was a woman and she should be more polite.
I don't have to try anymore to look feminine-I already do. I must admit to self medicating for a time and have been happy with my results thus far but am looking for a therapist now to start the process.
