September 3, 2008
At some point when I was still in primary school, I confessed to my mother that Iíd rather be a boy. She cried a lot, and (hopefully) forgot about it, as it was never mentioned again. I sometimes still have fleeting thoughts, thought Iím pretty certain Iíve missed that particular window. Even in high school, I was still dressing in boys clothes; if not boys, at least baggy, unflattering, uniformly black garments. Iíve become increasingly girly in the past year or so; Iíve always liked bags to an extent, but Christ, I can even get excited about shoes these days.