thoughts on apparence

I never cared much about my apparence. I was mostly focused on whatever was the comfier, the most practical. and covered most of my body.

I never cared about looking cool, or handsome. I expressed strong disagreement with the idea of wearing anthing that might make me look like more of a man. I took every oppotunity I could to make me look more feminine.

I grew my hair out (well, my parents would often convince me to cut parts of it, but still). I found a hairclip once on the ground and never god rid of it (never wore it either, it was like treasure to me), I fancied pink and rejected blue.

It's funny, but... now that I'm out (to myself at least), I finally start to care. I want to look good, at least to me. I want to feel cute. I want to be proud of what I wear. I crave it.

fuck. I want more clothes. cute stuff to wear. Gotta shave my legs again.