I clearly remember my first encounter with being a responsible-aged girl stuck in a small body. As I was biking with my younger brother around my subdivision, a concerned, elderly woman approached me and asked if I was lost. It came as a shock to me that she did not ask my brother (who by the way, is 5 years younger than me) but rather approached me. Maybe it was because my new bike had a bit of a disproportion to my body, or that my bright pink helmet just screamed trouble, but regardless, I was the weak one. This incident repeated itself many times, whether it was me driving the car or when I went shopping alone. My uncanny appearance always rose a couple stares and usually resulted in a concerned inquiry about my age.
As for now, I will try to make my appearances a bit more inconspicuous- maybe I should look into height enhancers or change my hair color. Maybe I should cut my hair short and start wearing male clothing. Maybe then I wouldn't have the power to "alter public space" (Staples).
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