between getting anonymous messages in my facebook honesty box, hearing friends gripe, and having people yell at me on the street about how dreadful i look with a mohawk, you'd think i would have cried myself to sleep several nights in a row/gotten a wig by now.
nah, i just take it like a womyn and tell them all the fuck off.
i don't understand what the big deal with my appearance is. oh wait. yes i do. it fucks with your head. i dress so girly and ridiculous and yet- i have a pretty short and "unfeminine" haircut. (not to mention my hairy legs.) i'm femme but not at the same time! i don't fit your gender expectations! sometimes i don't even wear a bra! how are you ever supposed to classify me?
hmm. how about...you don't?
every single day i get a comment from somebody directed towards my legs or my hair. from strangers it's generally "ARGHCOPTER." from friends and family, it's usually "...hey. tomi. i'm so sad you cut your hair. i mean...you just looked so much prettier with long hair."
and? since when am i taking votes on my appearance? my body is not a democracy!
it's not that my feelings are hurt by these statements. i know that you all are secretly jealous that you can't fuck around with your gender appearance for fear of the same comments that you are giving me. so, you do what any other self respecting american citizen would do: try and put me back in the girl box!
well. i don't want to go back in the girl box, and i'd much appreciate it if you kept these comments to yourselves! i am a beautiful womyn. i think so, and in this situation, my opinion is the only one that matters. i obviously feel prettier with my hawk, or else i wouldn't have cut my hair like this. and, in the end, what the fuck does it matter what i look like? i could dress up like barney every day and you still wouldn't have the right to tell me (even subtley) to change how i look/am.
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