pretty

Growing up as a girl who wished she'd been born a boy, one of the worst things I could be called was "pretty". It was made even worse when "pretty" was used in conjunction with my nickname: "Jenny (ughh), you're so pretty (gag)."

However.

In response to Beloved's recent sport bike purchase (my Christmas gift to him as a testosterone outlet amidst yet another girl), I sent the following text message in the middle of an impromptu morning of dancing at home:
You can have your bike & your testosterone; I have pretty girls who like to giggle & dance & sing & wear pretty clothes with me. Oh, my HEART!

I'd say the acceptance of my femininity is complete.