i like pink, i wear skirts, i carry lipgloss with me at all times, i get soppy over kittens, have a passion for shoes, can shop for over 12 hours and yet people still aren’t convinced… what more can i do??

today i had an email sent to me asking a question that had been forwarded by someone else. as i was reading through it - my jaw dropped… i quote:-

“The Event Manager is called Mel Kirk (female)”

now correct me if i’m being stupid, but at what point did it even become a possibility that i was a man? how long is it going to be until people introduce me as mel, the girl that everyone thinks is a guy? it’s distressing i tell you… i really have developed a complex.

this complex wasn’t helped when as part of a poor attempt at a chat up line - a guy in a bar told me i had big hands. incredibly hurt by this random observation, if i’m honest, it’s still playing on my mind (my dad was 6′4″ - please can we move on?), it left me doubting my femininity.

the next day, i was hanging laundry out in my back garden when the guy upstairs leans out and shouts “blimey mel, you’ve got big feet” - now to have something like that come from a friend would be bad enough, but a neighbour who has leaned out with the sole intention of telling me i have big feet is never going to be appreciated.

i’ve been broken i tell you - it’s going to take a lot of retail therapy to recover from this mass attack.

on that note, i’m going to drag my man hands, male name and big feet off to a corner and cry like a girl, i mean a boy, a girl - oh i don’t know!?!

p.s. let’s hope i never have kids - those hands of mine would be lethal!
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