That being said, I still grapple with the aforementioned identity issues. Especially more so since I'm now back living with my parents, who never fail to remind me of kid!Karen and how adamant she was on never wearing dresses. I don't regret anything I did or said when I was a kid, but I really wish my family would quit fawning over my apparently growing 'lady-like' nature. Sure, I may wear skirts and dresses and muck around with my sewing kit now, but damn son, I put sailors to shame with my constant cussing and swearing. I am so tempted to answer the next person who says, "Oh, Karen, you're more feminine now" with a hearty "Fuck you, asshole", if not to see their chagrin then to remind them that deep down, I'm still me, and I'm not sure if my behaviour will ever doth become a lady.
Of course, I start getting analytical and ponder if my habit for cursing stems from my strange innate need to distance myself from the image of a girly-girl. Which is entirely possible given my propensity for (un)intentionally getting a rise out of others for no rhyme and reason apart from my self-amusement. Ugh. Who knows?
Everything is thrifted except the shoes which were from a dodgy Asian shop in Chinatown and the earrings which were my mum's.