I Feel Like A Woman?
Trying To Embrace My Feminine Side And Adulthood
In light of internal ponderings and International Women’s Day, I feel the urge to write about being, well, a woman and a grown-up.
My experience, anyway.
Being a Child
For the four years I was in foster care, my foster mom did everything she could to turn me into a girly girl.
I don’t remember much, but I know she put me in dresses and skirts and even forced me to have long hair.
She claimed my mom tried to make me look like a boy, which wasn’t true. I don’t know what caused her to think that, either.
While her efforts stuck for a bit as I gradually returned home, one of the first things I did was get my hair cut.
She was upset, but my mom defended my choice, knowing that’s what I wanted.
Being a Teenager
My late childhood and early teen years were odd.
Moving away from years of being forced to dress like a girly girl during middle school, my hair and clothing styles left plenty of people wondering.
My shirts were baggy since my long waist restricted what sizes I could wear without showing anything at that point. My haircut was a…
