Rakita
09-17-2013, 10:51 AM
For most of my life, I've been surrounded by woman. First six or seven years of my life, I lived in a house with my mother, Aunt, and Grandmother. The most consistent male I saw at the time was my grandfather and great grandfather. Yet that decreased once we moved and men always came and went. My step-father stayed for a while, but left us in the end. So outside of teachers, I had no real guy to teach me how to be a 'man'.
In school wasn't any different. I usually interacted with girls (a few I still keep in contact with), kept my distance from the guys. Or at least tried. I wasn't bullied, but it always felt awkard around them. Felt like I didn't belong. When it came for gym, because I wasn't as aggressive as the other guys (we also had an odd number of girls) so I usually ended up paired with the girls.
At a young age, I was always wanted to be a girl. Like I said, I grew up always surrounded by woman. Even in high school, most of classes I had there were more girls than guys. Something felt so appealing about it. That there were less expectations for them than it was for me. Girls could have emotions, cry when they wanted, could many other things. A long time ago, I realized (or theorized) that guys couldn't have emotions, that attachments are sign of weakness. So I shoved my feelings away, only emotion that ever showed was laughter and rage.
During a spirit week, there was a Powderpuff Day, you know time where footballs would dress as cheerleaders and the cheerleaders would play football. I immediately wanted to join in. I ran over to my local thift store and picked up a dress that I liked. A friend let me borrow a wig from her, my mom had wigs but won't let them use one, and I was set. Looked like a hot mess by the way. My mom even forbid me from doing it. She didn't think that any guy would do, but was proven wrong.
I still did it and through out that day, I felt whole. Like I had discovered who I was supposed to be. So whenever she wasn't home, I would wear the dress around the house. Sometime near graduation, I went and brought two more dresses, both something that an old lady would wear. Hey, I never truly had paid fashion any attention.
Come college, I had wondered how the other half lived so I decided that I would dress as a girl for a week to see it for myself. Of course, like an idiot, the most I did was get a bra and wig. After walking around campus as a test run, it was completely clear that I wasn't convincing. So I stopped. I contacted a few friends and they helped me with pick out clothes.
Ever since, even though I have two dresses, two shirts, two pairs of jeans, a wig, a pair of sneakers, and a pair of flats, I've been walking campus dressed as a girl. Some have noticed, or just assumed I was an ugly girl. I could live with that. But, it felt right and at the same time felt wrong. Everytime I look into a mirror, I can't tell if I'm looking the real me or not...
In school wasn't any different. I usually interacted with girls (a few I still keep in contact with), kept my distance from the guys. Or at least tried. I wasn't bullied, but it always felt awkard around them. Felt like I didn't belong. When it came for gym, because I wasn't as aggressive as the other guys (we also had an odd number of girls) so I usually ended up paired with the girls.
At a young age, I was always wanted to be a girl. Like I said, I grew up always surrounded by woman. Even in high school, most of classes I had there were more girls than guys. Something felt so appealing about it. That there were less expectations for them than it was for me. Girls could have emotions, cry when they wanted, could many other things. A long time ago, I realized (or theorized) that guys couldn't have emotions, that attachments are sign of weakness. So I shoved my feelings away, only emotion that ever showed was laughter and rage.
During a spirit week, there was a Powderpuff Day, you know time where footballs would dress as cheerleaders and the cheerleaders would play football. I immediately wanted to join in. I ran over to my local thift store and picked up a dress that I liked. A friend let me borrow a wig from her, my mom had wigs but won't let them use one, and I was set. Looked like a hot mess by the way. My mom even forbid me from doing it. She didn't think that any guy would do, but was proven wrong.
I still did it and through out that day, I felt whole. Like I had discovered who I was supposed to be. So whenever she wasn't home, I would wear the dress around the house. Sometime near graduation, I went and brought two more dresses, both something that an old lady would wear. Hey, I never truly had paid fashion any attention.
Come college, I had wondered how the other half lived so I decided that I would dress as a girl for a week to see it for myself. Of course, like an idiot, the most I did was get a bra and wig. After walking around campus as a test run, it was completely clear that I wasn't convincing. So I stopped. I contacted a few friends and they helped me with pick out clothes.
Ever since, even though I have two dresses, two shirts, two pairs of jeans, a wig, a pair of sneakers, and a pair of flats, I've been walking campus dressed as a girl. Some have noticed, or just assumed I was an ugly girl. I could live with that. But, it felt right and at the same time felt wrong. Everytime I look into a mirror, I can't tell if I'm looking the real me or not...