Today I was listening to some of my female co-workers chatting, complimenting each other on clothes, etc. I work in a sales team of mostly women, all of whom are young, attractive, smart, and well-dressed. I often admire their clothes, and wish I could pay them a compliment in the way they do towards each other. I think being around these women often stirs in me my desire to shop, dress, and dive into my femm side, especially when the pink fog rolls in.
Today was a heavy pink fog day. While walking with 2 of them to the office kitchen, I felt something I haven't felt before though. A sadness inside of me that I know I'll never be like these women. I'll never be young, petite, short, or pretty. I'll never have small hands or delicate features. And I'll never be able to look as good in the outfits as they do. Even on my best CD day, I could never come close. Nor will I ever be able to chat and gossip with other women like they do, and just enjoy the many wonderful sides of being female. I wasn't exactly depressed over it. I don't think I have gender-dysphoria induced depression or anything. But I felt it at a level I never have before, and I sincerely felt like crying suddenly. It's as if I realized this part of me has progressed about as far as it ever will, and that left me feeling the need to grieve it. To grieve the loss of the woman I never got (and will never get) to be. The feeling passed in short while, but I felt it would be healthy to acknowledge it here amongst those who might understand me.
As for what brought this on (besides pink fog)? This weekend I attended my young daughters first softball game, and standing there with all the sports crazy macho dads (I am soooooo not into sports) made me feel a bit out of place and wondering if I should "fake it" a bit to fit in. I think this feeling must have played a part in today's longing to fit in with people I feel that, at some level, are more like me.
Thanks for reading,
Camille