The time when us friends along our street, organised a fancy dress party, where each person had thei
The time when us friends along our street, organised a fancy dress party, where each person had their costume decided upon by everyone else. A costume everyone collectively felt that truly represented who they saw they were on the inside. Upon removing they blindfolds, one by one each friend would be excited and proud of themselves, with most boys finding themselves as one brave, musclebound superhero or another. But when it came to me, the smallest, shyest and most sensitive of the boys, I would be mortified to find myself in a dress, makeup and a wig. A girl! -- source link