Wednesday, April 07, 2010


When I was young, I had older brothers. I can say that in past tense because I don't have them anymore. They were step-brothers, and they pretty much left my life when their dad did. That was dad #2. Anyway, I physically wanted to be like them. I wanted to play basketball and baseball and football and soccer like they did, and I tried. I didn't want to be like them, because they were not very smart, and not very good, and they didn't do so well in school, and got in trouble a lot. I excelled where they didn't, and that was acceptable to me. But for some reason, I wanted to be more masculine. I imagine that because I tried to emulate their athletic skills, I probably also tried to walk and talk like they did too. Later, I wished I hadn't gone that far. I've had to work on redefining the walk and the talk.

I have come to terms with the fact that I am female and will always be female and have a female body, and that's okay with me. (Except for days like today, when I have cramps.)

But sometimes, when I look at men's clothing in all the catalogs that arrive in my mailbox, I think to myself, "If I had a man's body, I would rock that shirt."


  1. that's a great picture.
    I always celebrate cramps (but they're mild - so maybe that's why).

  2. We really need to go out to lunch. How about Saturday? don't tell me you already have other plans

  3. I'm not sure if you meant this post to be funny, but that last line made me laugh! Go ahead and rock that shirt anyway!!!

  4. Oh and you totally COULD rock that shirt.



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