Hi Floofy!!
Ugh, people, right?
Hun, I'm sorry that happened, but honestly, we can't be sure what they were thinking. not really...
Let me share a bit. I am really tall, like tallest one in the room tall, almost always. On my way back from Montréal last fall, me and my sister and her bff stopped at a rest area in Quebec, and there was a school bus load of young girls there at the rest stop, my guess is that they were pre-teens, 11-13-ish. Quebec is populated by a LOT of shorter ethnicities, mostly with brown hair and brown eyes. I had just had revision surgery on my vajajay at Dr. Brassard's hospital, so I was feeling rather 'trans-y', not the usual cis-confident woman I usually am. The moment we walked into the lobby, it felt like all heads turned my way. There were dozens of dark-haired, very short girls there, and here I am, well over a foot taller than all of them, every single one, and blonder than the summer sun. I was mortified! I mentioned the stares to my travel companions, and they both said the kids were jealous and curious about such a tall, blonde women, not to worry. Well, I did worry, but I did my best to hold it together. We went into a shop to buy snacks and beverages, and yes, a group of girls were trailing me, and I was freaking out. But, I turned to them, smiled big, and said "hello". They cracked up laughing, and I giggled, playing coy, while pretending like I get this kind of attention all the time. I don't, but there I was a spectacle. I turned to choose some drinks out of the refrigerator, and three girls came up to me, one of them looked me in the eyes when I turned around and said "I'm sorry to bother you, can I ask you a question?". I was about to pop a blood vessel, but I braced myself for the worst. I looked at her kindly, and gently said "Sure, what's up?". The girl leaned forward a little, and very sheepishly, asked "how tall are you?" I was sooo relieved, I for sure thought the question would be "are you really a man?" or at least "are you transgender?". I paced my answer to the speed of her questions, and told her my height, and then said "i am super tall, huh?". And once she had translated what I said into french and centimeters, she said "yeah, sorry to bother you", and that was that. I told her "that's okay, I am used to it, but I love being tall, now that I am older. I hated it when I was your age, though". Another girl then spoke up and said "you are very pretty" and blushed. I thanked her, and told them to have great day, turned, and walked up to the cashier. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my sister gave me a quick sideways smile, she was beaming with pride. I actually had tears welling up as we walked out, but I kept my composure, and didn't look to see who was or wasn't looking. I was just that tall blonde lady that bought mountain dew and some cookies for the road walking out to her car.
I would be a spectacle without my history of gender-variance, so I try to frame my experiences in ways that don't exaggerate my insecurities whenever I can.
I hope you like your new makeup!
Missy