So, yesterday, I experienced something I have never experienced before. Something that allowed me to truly empathise with a lot of people’s struggles.
I was in Topman and I saw a shirt that I instantly fell in love with (lesbiiiiaaan!). Anyway, sometimes masculine clothes don’t always fit the way you want them to, so I always aim to try on a thing before I buy it.
But I have recently moved to a new city (it’s more like a town, but it’s defined as a city because it has a cathedral), and it’s a small place. Where I come from originally, Topshop and Topman are a joint venture; two stores combined into one big superstore. So, I grab an item of clothing from the masculine section, and take it to the feminine changing rooms. Because that’s “acceptable”, and I don’t want to cause a fuss.
But, in my new town, Topshop and Topman are two separate stores... So, me being the nervous, introvert that I am, do not possess the bold courage to either stroll right into the masculine changing rooms, or ask whether it is acceptable for me to do so.
In my hand, I held this shirt that I am in love with, completely unable to go and see if it fit me properly and would make me feel like a god. I had to put it back, and leave Topman pouting. I have never felt so helpless but, simultaneously, at fault for my own sadness in all my days.
I am so, so, so sorry to all of those out there who experience this every single day, and have done so their entire lives. You are the bravest, and strongest of us all, and, in whatever ways I can from now on, I will do whatever I can to help you in your fight, and fight right alongside you.
