I was in a nail salon the other day. Relax, it was my mum getting her nails done, not me. I've never really liked getting my nails painted by anyone other than me. Anyway, there was an older woman drying her nails while her granddaughter sat with her. All of a sudden, the little girl glanced over at me. She went to whisper something to her grandmother. If my ears aren't going wacko on me, this is what the girl said: "Is that a boy or a girl?"
It was a little surprising to hear. I mean, yes, I was wearing a pair of worn skinny-jeans and a size medium men's flannel shirt, but I didn't think I looked that butch. I tried thinking up an answer just in case she actually came over and asked me. What would I say?
But she kept close to her grandmother as kids often did in unfamiliar places. I still wonder, though. I've always been able to answer that question but now, seeing how much I've changed, I can't figure out how to respond.
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