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I’m not really bothered by people misgendering me, regardless of if it’s on purpose or on accident.
I used to get bullied a lot growing up, but I learned that the best thing you can do is ignore it all together. That, or own it. Telling them otherwise won’t change anything, and it’s not worth fighting over something that I don’t care about.
The people who do it on accident though are the least of my worries. I can’t see myself getting worked up over a mistake, you know? I don’t see the point in correcting them.
My old prosthetic used to be pink. I got that one so my mom would recognize me after the accident since pink was her favorite color. After I left the hospital though, I went back to school and got made fun of for it.
I guess I was just sick of being told that pink was a ‘girl color’. I don’t remember what I was thinking, but one day I just decided I didn’t care and tied my hair in pigtails. I don’t really think colors and styles and clothes have gender, I guess.
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