Imagine the reverse scenario: I could recoil everytime someone gave me a second glance or furled an eyebrow. It is precisely because I don't worry that the best of me comes out and celebrates who I am.
Last week I went to Payless and bought some stilettos. No, they are not very high but they were so comfortable I could not resist. I was chatting with the sales girls who told me how nice they looked as I paraded the aisles making sure I could wear them over a long stretch; for them I was just another lady looking for shoes.
I also had dinner a few nights ago with that young estimator from the Toronto office who I came out to last year. I told her I was coming as Joanna and all she cared about was that I be comfortable doing so.
At some point in the dinner she told me it was like being with the same person only the female version and said she would never have guessed I was trans while finding my presentation, voice and mannerisms to be perfectly natural; for her was a testament to my ability to hide in plain sight. The end result is that we had a lovely evening and I now feel I have conquered all my trepidation about presenting as Joanna to my friends.
Yet another bridge crossed.
|took a picture in the store|