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clothes do not make the woman

Giving myself permission to be girly took me a long time but it shouldn't have because it's fun to be a girl.

Enjoying putting on a dress and heels and doing my makeup isn't something to be apologetic about and something my friend Sherry has been trying to drill into my head for a long time. I enjoy being a girl; there I said. I'm also darned good at it because it has always felt perfectly natural. The more I have relaxed into that reality the more women see just another woman next to them. That is a sacrilegious and shameful thing to say for a non-trans person but I just happen to be trans.

I am never misgendered; not on the phone and not in person because I know I am a girl. That confidence is primordial to your ability to blend in. That, and more than a bit of practice.

Being a woman isn't about exaggerated femininity. It is about style and grace and carrying yourself as a feminine entity. You can be wearing a white T-shirt and jeans and still very much convey that energy.

Clothes do not make the woman; it is the woman who makes the clothes.


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  1. So true. My world shifted once I gave myself permission to wear what made me feel good, .

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  2. True. And our gender identity extends past changing cultural gender-markers. I sometimes wonder what my life would have been like as a woman 300 years ago. No makeup, no fancy clothes, no contemporary symbols of femininity.

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    1. these markers change depending on era as well so what was masculine and feminine 300 years ago was different...

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