Besides my dignity what there was of it, telling this stuff. But this week I stopped eating the one spoonful of sugar I put in my coffee, wheat, and corn.
What I have not given up: swearing. The scale hasn't gone up in three days but I swear at it anyway, and I am quietly cursing most everything else. I say FUCK under my breath a lot.
What I have not given up: swearing. The scale hasn't gone up in three days but I swear at it anyway, and I am quietly cursing most everything else. I say FUCK under my breath a lot.
Humiliation? Yes, I haz it. I have been mistaken for a man several times lately.
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This sort of thing happened in the hallway of the courthouse too. I am taller than lots of the Cajun men around here.
Then, in the public restroom in the courthouse today, I zoomed past some women who were huddled at the sink doing first aid on a cut or something, and as I went into the stall I heard one of them say, "Are we in the men's restroom?"
I guess the short hair, the square black jacket, the mannish comfortable shoes have turned me into Chaz Bono. I have even started wearing mascara - found some Tarte at the Sephora store that doesn't irritate my eyes. I'd hate to grow out my hair, it's such a pain in the butt.
I wear hot pink a lot to ward that off. Might have to try that Tarte though, it's been a long time since I could stand mascara.
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