while cycling, a lot fewer people stare at me.
at the canteen, the guy called me sir and then hastily corrected himself.
a boy in my class thinks i want to be a boy, and it irritates me to no end. it's not funny, and no, i don't want to be a boy.
just because i cut my hair.
the women in the salon, more often than not, see the hairdresser cutting off my hair, and say that they wish they were getting theirs cut as short too. they never do.
when i see women with short hair i feel a camaraderie with them. evidently something as small as this also takes guts.
of course, i'll cut it again when it grows out and again after that.
at the canteen, the guy called me sir and then hastily corrected himself.
a boy in my class thinks i want to be a boy, and it irritates me to no end. it's not funny, and no, i don't want to be a boy.
just because i cut my hair.
the women in the salon, more often than not, see the hairdresser cutting off my hair, and say that they wish they were getting theirs cut as short too. they never do.
when i see women with short hair i feel a camaraderie with them. evidently something as small as this also takes guts.
of course, i'll cut it again when it grows out and again after that.
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