Wigs

Last week, I bought a wig, and I think the experience symbolizes everything I struggle with trying to be female. Having virtually no money, I bought a Halloween wig from the discount bin at my work. Like buying my makeup at the dollar store, it was about getting my feet wet and trying to keep moving forward, but because of the fact I had to buy the lowest end items, the end result falls far short of what it would take for me to look half-way presentable, much less "pretty". So when I look at myself in the mirror, I end up feeling like as much of a phony trying to look like a girl as I do trying to think like a male, and I struggle with self-hatred, feeling like I will never be anything more than a sad and pathetic parody. Ah, well.

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