Henrietta
Yesterday was International Men Can Wear Dresses Too Day and I celebrated with an abundance of zest. It was probably some of the most excitement I’ve had for a single day, and that felt strange until I actually thought about why.
I want to try things.
And I want to learn about things.
I guess I learned that I really like dresses and being the traditional concept of pretty that has been exclusively a female thing for, like, what, ever?
I also realized that when it comes to trying to look pretty as a woman, it’s so hard to get used to just because it’s so physically uncomfortable. The biggest example of this for me were the tights. There’s such a particular way to put them on and if you fuck it up(which I did), they rip, tear(which they did), and never fit again. I’ll save the tights for Batman, thanks. He has the thighs to work them anyway. The second biggest issue was the ever infamous bra. The one I bought ended up not being able to go all the way around my back. I understand that I’m a male with male proportions, but buying bras on a regular basis must be a bitch when there are not just so many brands, but also so many options! Seriously, it must be like buying a fucking car but 5 of them and like every few months. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to put on make-up yesterday, however, I’ve worn make-up on several occasions before and it’s always a huuuuuge hassle. It’s difficult to do well on your own but feels like someone is stabbing your eyes when you get them to help. I have to admit, it feels strangely worth it; I am totally working this dress!
I am actually still wearing it this morning.
And I don’t want to stop wearing it.
I’m serious, dresses are so comfy.
Men, be a man, and put on a motherfucking pretty dress and be a princess for a day.
