I resolved to always have a clean haircut when my tail tendrils come. But that was smashed when more than once I had been addressed as "sir" by sales people, guards who do not bother to look at my face but just judge me by my short hair, shadow, and stature. I thought oh, I need to do something about my boxy body. When I learned from a 5'10" lady who's as skinny as can be that her pet peeve was to be nearly body searched by a male guard upon entering the MRT or a shopping mall, what a relief, it's not only me.
So what do I do about it? Hah...grow my hair and don on big pearl earrings. No male wears pearl earrings, right?
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