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Don’t be so Worried
In the same way that a girl can be boyish, boys can be girly. I realize that our modern society, though sometimes archaic, doesn’t necessarily view it that way. And yes, there are countries that strictly forbid it, sadly. Yet, you are free to be both male and girly. It’s your decision because it’s your right to choose how you portray yourself. From the way you dress, to the way you act, to the way you talk, to the way you think.
About three weeks ago, I took a personal road trip to a nearby town to do some liquor shopping. I love Irish Whiskey and Scotch, sometimes a fine sipping Rum, but the local stores are ridiculous in pricing. I decided to be a little less manly. It wasn’t over the top as if I were a drag performer. Some neutral girly jeans and top paired with a cowl neck hoodie, some cute sneakers and socks, and panties and bra underneath. It was the typical androgynous outfit of some of my other girly outings. You could say that it was my tomboy outfit (lol). But it wasn’t just the clothing. I needed less of a manly presence about myself. So, it was a practice in the way I carried and presented myself. The only encounter that I expected to make me nervous was at the liquor store where I am a loyal customer.
By the end of the day and the experience, I felt foolish–foolish for being the least bit worried. Nobody paid a lick of attention. Nobody cared. And even if there was somebody who happened to notice that I was dressed in girl clothing, no one sneered or remarked. No one cared. Even the store clerk with whom I always interact about tastings and options, never batted an eye to my less than boyish mannerisms. With the liquor store stop, a gas stop, and an eventual supermarket run, the outing was in the books and I was reminded of the very thought behind this caption. I’m allowed to be me–a girly boy. This experience was no different than any other outing. People just don’t pay that much attention.
I share this semi-girly experience to simply say, that whereas there can be a fine line between what is tolerated and what is mocked, that line is blurrier than you might imagine. Don’t be so worried. Stretch your limits a bit and let your girly self enjoy some time, even if it’s casual and more androgynous. You can be girly and be a boy–and enjoy being you!
Much love to ya!
CandieHart
