I know in my heart and mind that I'm female. But I wasn't raised a girl and haven't had the innumerable life-experiences you've gone through. My plucky forays into feminine activity are novel. And sometimes uncomfortable. But I pursue them because that's where the treasure is buried.
The simple, ordinary dress I'm wearing below accomplishes a rare feat -- it feels comfortable. It fits my oddly-shaped body like a glove. I can dance in it, climb mountains in it, and battle hordes of grabby shoppers at a discount-sale in it.
I love this dress. I hardly care how it looks because it makes me feel normal. Womanly and warm, soft and sentimental.
What do you think?