Bandit in a dress...
A few days ago I was involved in a “gender bender” party. A party where guys dress as girls and vice versa. It’s always funny watching tall, well-built men trying to fit into women’s clothing. Yes, if you must know, I did dress up. I borrowed a nice little red number from a girl staying at the same hostel. Thanks Clare 😉 As the night grew on I found myself in deep conversation with a girl discussing everyone’s outfits. At one point she gestures to one very interestingly dressed “girl” and said “oh, I wish I had the confidence to dress like that…” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This girl was very attractive yet was scared of what people might think of the way she dressed. Tonight of all nights. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow and said “I’m wearing a tiny, little dress. If anyone here had make-up to share, I’d have that on as well. I’m extremely hairy and… and I’m missing a third of my bones. Not one person here cares how I look, no-one's judging me. If I can get away with looking like this, you have nothing to worry about. Go and get dressed! You will not look as ridiculous as me or most of the other people here.”
This isn’t the first time I’ve had this conversation nor, I suspect, will it be the last. It pains me every time. Whether it’s a person with a deformed hand refusing to take it out of their pocket or just a girl worried they look too fat or too thin. You are who you are and are beautiful in your own special way. There’s also nothing more attractive than a smiling person being themselves. So if you worried about how you look, smile and you’ll look fine.
BTW, smiling is contagious 😊:) :)