Back in Jr High I went to a friend's house and our four friends thought it would be hilarious for the girls to put makeup on the guys. When it was done they were surprised at how my friend T looked. "Omg you're actually so pretty!" They said.
Then, looking my way, they said I looked like a cheap French whore, laughing in comparison.
At the time I had no idea why my feelings were hurt and I definitely couldn't express that I wanted to be cute like T.
It still took me until I was 27 to figure it out












