A recent outfit! Recently, it appears, I have undergone some strange sort of metamorphosis. Could it be that (albeit dyed) copper fibres have crowded my scalp? (Men like long hair, apparently). Or that my weight has redistributed to create rounded hips, a narrow waist and lean(ish) limbs? (Men like these proportions, apparently). It's true, my body has matured as well as my mind. And so, I am faced with a new dilemma: whether to embrace the 'sexiness' (I will be using this term throughout and it is not to be confused with dressing provocatively or in overly risqué outfits) that my newly womanish body now exudes or hide it away. In this post, I'll be explaining why I choose the former. It is both a feminist issue and a personal battle , and I will be basing my discourse on my experience, I cannot speak for everyone, or indeed anyone but me. Another recent outfit (it was hot, okay?!) Now, for some context regarding my experience. Firstly, until no...
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