The Boys Will Not Like You
I remember back in early 2010, when I first began my journey as a debutante I would wear my makeup a little darker than what was okay and dress a little more tomboyish than what was acceptable for a lady presenting herself to society. This upset my mentor, who always dressed nice, always had perfectly fixed hair, and looked as if she walked off the cover of Elle magazine. One day, my mentor uttered the words, “Honey, if you look like that and continue to act un-lady like, the boys will not like you.” “The boys will not like you,” she’d only say that to me and I learned it as, “you are you, the boys will not like you.” That was her way of telling me that what I was doing wrong and it needs to be fixed immediately because boys like women a certain way and what they thought determined whether you were a dime or a penny. “The boys will not like you,” has resonated through my thoughts and that was the first time that I looked to boys to define my worth.
In 2010, my best friend came out as a transgendered woman. She met her first and last boyfriend who never called …show more content…
He told me about his new lover and I saw his face light up when he spoke of her—“Bailey…” “Bailey…” I was too lost in the sea of his eyes to care. Then he said, “She is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” The water slowly moved onto the beach and attached like anchors to my body; it dragged me out into the middle of his sea. I found myself drowning in not was a beautiful sea at rest, but a sea overwhelmed with the rumble of the wind. I went home that night and stared at my reflection in the mirror and I cursed god and I cursed my mom, and I cursed my father the most ( I look like him) for making me. “You are you, I will not like you,” is what I scolded and I said it over and over to let it rest and create a home in my
I remember back in early 2010, when I first began my journey as a debutante I would wear my makeup a little darker than what was okay and dress a little more tomboyish than what was acceptable for a lady presenting herself to society. This upset my mentor, who always dressed nice, always had perfectly fixed hair, and looked as if she walked off the cover of Elle magazine. One day, my mentor uttered the words, “Honey, if you look like that and continue to act un-lady like, the boys will not like you.” “The boys will not like you,” she’d only say that to me and I learned it as, “you are you, the boys will not like you.” That was her way of telling me that what I was doing wrong and it needs to be fixed immediately because boys like women a certain way and what they thought determined whether you were a dime or a penny. “The boys will not like you,” has resonated through my thoughts and that was the first time that I looked to boys to define my worth.
In 2010, my best friend came out as a transgendered woman. She met her first and last boyfriend who never called …show more content…
He told me about his new lover and I saw his face light up when he spoke of her—“Bailey…” “Bailey…” I was too lost in the sea of his eyes to care. Then he said, “She is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” The water slowly moved onto the beach and attached like anchors to my body; it dragged me out into the middle of his sea. I found myself drowning in not was a beautiful sea at rest, but a sea overwhelmed with the rumble of the wind. I went home that night and stared at my reflection in the mirror and I cursed god and I cursed my mom, and I cursed my father the most ( I look like him) for making me. “You are you, I will not like you,” is what I scolded and I said it over and over to let it rest and create a home in my