The summer of 2015 was a hot and humid one, and as I headed out to work one morning, I was feeling a little bit out of sorts.
I was wearing a pair of sweatpants and sweatpants over my t-shirt, and my hair was standing out like a sore thumb.
It was hard to find clothes for me to wear, and I was also feeling out of place.
After my boss and I went to a local thrift store, we picked out a pair a new pair of jeans, which were a perfect fit for me.
They were light, casual, and the color was perfect.
I decided to wear them for the rest of the week, and they fit perfectly.
But that’s when things went south.
I wasn’t wearing the right clothes.
I felt like a complete stranger to the people around me.
I couldn’t tell if anyone was looking at me or not.
I even thought that if I went outside and walked around in my new clothes, they would notice.
But then, as I continued to wear the wrong clothes, I began to notice people staring at me.
When I walked into the shower, I felt as though my skin was starting to melt.
I thought, “It’s okay if they don’t see me.
It’s okay for them to look at me.”
I was in a bad mood, but my work didn’t have a deadline, so I felt more relaxed.
At first, I thought I was being a good girl.
I wore shorts and a T-shirt underneath my sweatshirt, and that was it.
After about an hour of staring at people in the shower and having them stare at me, I realized that I was just going to have to put on a show.
I put on my new t-shirts and my new jeans, and then I walked out of the shower.
A few minutes later, I had another meltdown.
I began shouting at my co-workers, saying, “I am not a man!
I am a woman!”
I didn’t know what to do.
My new coworkers and I were having a great day.
I wasn’t in a mood to get angry, and so I just continued to walk out of there.
I knew that if my coworkers caught on to me, they were going to tell me.
At the end of the day, I walked away with an apology.But I wasn