I’m not sure that empowered is the right word, for me anyway. But it also could be, too. From the very first time my sister dressed me as her little sis, I have always felt ‘right’ with how I looked in the mirror the very first time I saw myself. It was a little confusing for me, because the young girl I saw was how I knew I supposed to look. That was forgotten pretty quickly as I joined the other girls to play with Barbie.
I still feel this way today, 56 years down the road, and I don’t let anyone’s opinion prevent me from being who or how I am. I do carry myself definitely prouder and more ‘upright’ than ‘ ole grumpy’ does, and I do tend to avoid bad situations if I can. But, sadly, there are a few people that will not let me sidestep and continue on. Those types usually find out the not so subtle way that they are entering a bad place to be. I made up my mind many years ago that no person was ever going take my way of seeing and being myself away, after a couple of incidents, I will always carry my head up and look ahead and not cow-tow and keep looking down.
I feel more confident as Paula, by light years, and know that no one can stop me from enjoying my life as I see and live it. I live my life as I see fit to do so, within the limits of normal society, but I call the shots for myself. The experts and self righteous folks can be darned, I did not come with a set of instructions that have to be followed like one of the sheep.