This might come as a shock to some of you, so brace yourselves:
I AM A WOMAN.
Yes, I know it's shocking, but try to keep your composure.
Allow me for a second to take you back to that lovely time in life called junior high. Remember being 13 or 14 years old and realizing you were ATTRACTED to boys/girls? I remember being 13 or 14 years old and hating boys, but secretly loving them. This secrecy is something I CLUNG to for a decade.
I have recently relocated and the STRANGEST thing happened. The men in this location seem to identify me as female.
Just so I'm clear, these MEN see me as a WOMAN and GUESS WHAT? some of them even LIKE ME. And you know what else? I'm ALLOWED to feel the same way towards them and SHOW IT.
This changes everything.
This revelation has done more for my self esteem than I thought I even needed! I'm not subjected to suffer in the brozone for the rest of my mortal life. I AM NOT androgynous.
Don't think I'm now some stuck up blonde that has fooled herself into thinking every man she encounters is falling for her, indeed I am not so far deceived.
You're probably thinking, wow, Mariah, your words drip with sarcasm and it sounds a little bitter.
Damn straight.
Forgive me for not leaping with excitement at having been the only lady-bro left firmly planted in the brozone.
So here we go, with this newly acquired knowledge that I am indeed a woman who does in fact attract some members of the male species, there's greatly increased potential for complications with any type of relationship with eligible males. Complications and all, it's still quite the breathe of fresh air from perpetually feeling unwantable.
It's new to me that there are guys out there of suitable age that articulate their feelings.
It's empowering that I can feel no remorse if I do not reciprocate their feelings and no guilt when admitting either out loud, or to myself that yes, maybe I actually SHARE their feelings.
I'm not saying I'm a smooth heart breaker now (far from it, I'm still a ghastly blumberbum when it comes to fancying someone) all I'm saying is that I'm finally accepting that I'm likable, and I am LOVING IT.
Anyway, this is all garbage that most people had figured out a while ago but I grew up stifling my feelings for too long. Maturation is now a possibility and it's exciting! Now that I am learning to let go, I can turn the page to the new chapter of my book of love.
I can't believe I just said "book of love", if I ever write a book about love and stuff and my feelings about boys do me a favor and don't read it and maybe see if you can get me some help.
Peace out muthafluffas
I AM A WOMAN.
Yes, I know it's shocking, but try to keep your composure.
Allow me for a second to take you back to that lovely time in life called junior high. Remember being 13 or 14 years old and realizing you were ATTRACTED to boys/girls? I remember being 13 or 14 years old and hating boys, but secretly loving them. This secrecy is something I CLUNG to for a decade.
I have recently relocated and the STRANGEST thing happened. The men in this location seem to identify me as female.
Just so I'm clear, these MEN see me as a WOMAN and GUESS WHAT? some of them even LIKE ME. And you know what else? I'm ALLOWED to feel the same way towards them and SHOW IT.
This changes everything.
This revelation has done more for my self esteem than I thought I even needed! I'm not subjected to suffer in the brozone for the rest of my mortal life. I AM NOT androgynous.
Don't think I'm now some stuck up blonde that has fooled herself into thinking every man she encounters is falling for her, indeed I am not so far deceived.
You're probably thinking, wow, Mariah, your words drip with sarcasm and it sounds a little bitter.
Damn straight.
Forgive me for not leaping with excitement at having been the only lady-bro left firmly planted in the brozone.
So here we go, with this newly acquired knowledge that I am indeed a woman who does in fact attract some members of the male species, there's greatly increased potential for complications with any type of relationship with eligible males. Complications and all, it's still quite the breathe of fresh air from perpetually feeling unwantable.
It's new to me that there are guys out there of suitable age that articulate their feelings.
It's empowering that I can feel no remorse if I do not reciprocate their feelings and no guilt when admitting either out loud, or to myself that yes, maybe I actually SHARE their feelings.
I'm not saying I'm a smooth heart breaker now (far from it, I'm still a ghastly blumberbum when it comes to fancying someone) all I'm saying is that I'm finally accepting that I'm likable, and I am LOVING IT.
Anyway, this is all garbage that most people had figured out a while ago but I grew up stifling my feelings for too long. Maturation is now a possibility and it's exciting! Now that I am learning to let go, I can turn the page to the new chapter of my book of love.
I can't believe I just said "book of love", if I ever write a book about love and stuff and my feelings about boys do me a favor and don't read it and maybe see if you can get me some help.
Peace out muthafluffas
