(Image: Quill Lemons for GQ) In the same way that middle-aged dads have become accustomed to not taking their shirts off by the pool, I’ve been trying to be perceived as little as possible my whole life. Like, not even seen with my own eyes. I don’t stop to catch a glimpse of my reflection in a dressing room (if it fits, it fits!) or at a shop window. I don’t carry around a compact mirror like a real woman (this is my only litmus for womanhood and it doesn’t fit me). And what I’ve learned, from being this way, is that not taking every chance to look at yourself and assess the damage overtime only contributes to not fitting into the standard definition of “conventionally beautiful.”
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(Image: Quill Lemons for GQ) In the same way that middle-aged dads have become accustomed to not taking their shirts off by the pool, I’ve been trying to be perceived as little as possible my whole life. Like, not even seen with my own eyes. I don’t stop to catch a glimpse of my reflection in a dressing room (if it fits, it fits!) or at a shop window. I don’t carry around a compact mirror like a real woman (this is my only litmus for womanhood and it doesn’t fit me). And what I’ve learned, from being this way, is that not taking every chance to look at yourself and assess the damage overtime only contributes to not fitting into the standard definition of “conventionally beautiful.”