My Short Hairy Tale
Growing up, the catty girls told me I looked like a boy. My arms and legs were too hairy. I was too short. My clothes were too boyish. I wasn’t as pretty as the other girls. Judged and found lacking.
I believed them.
My clothes were boyish because they were purchased from the boys’ section as a punishment from my grandmother. When I’d begged to wear pants to keep from scarring up my knees every time I…