On The Account Of Being Mistaken For A Girl
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- When I was a baby faced, young boy. I would always grow my hair out long. Letting it flow in the breeze as I ran, skated, or acted a general fool.
- I did it mainly because I wasn’t even paying attention. It gave me an excuse to keep playing. As a haircut implied sitting still.
- But eventually, it became something I resented from reactions I tended to get throughout the years.
- “That’s a pretty little girl” -says one of my mother’s friends, as she leans in. Only to realize I’m just an odd looking boy.
- It became something of a daily routine to have my identity mistaken.
- This sadly didn’t stop as I moved into my prepubescent years.I remember being looked at like I was weird anywhere I went.
- "You'll always be judged for what people think you appeared to be."
- I ran away from my appearance. Which inevitably led to it controlling my entire existence in an unhealthy way. In someways, I started to become the bully..
- I became the person I never wanted to be. Because I was taught to hate the person I was all along.
- I began judging other people for their appearance too. To make my self hatred seem less real.
- But as I grew into myself, I learned to love who I was. Regardless of what I appeared to be.
- I started taking care of myself & got more in tune with my feminine side. This led me out of the bully mentality!
- These experiences showed me that people judge others mainly because they want to be loved not for who they are, but for what they appear to be.
- I finally learned how to love what I looked like all along.
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