Lately, I've been thinking a lot about that first time I knew things were different for me, back on a particular day when I was a 14-year-old kid and found myself privately exploring my family's bathroom and all that my sisters and mother had lying about. There, and almost instinctively, I put on my mother's bra and stuffed its cups full with toilet paper, then put on one of my sister's blouses she had hanging up. But it was what came next that changed everything. I opened their makeup drawer and took out one my mother's lipsticks: Avon's Periwinkle Pink, though it was more of a coral red and would be my go-to for years to come. Anyway, it was the first stroke of that lipstick that changed everything for me. With my mother's bra holding everything just right, I fully put on that lipstick and couldn't believe the girl I saw in the mirror. On that day, with that lipstick, I discovered a new person inside I never knew existed.
I'd love to hear your account of when you first discovered the woman inside.��
