December 21st, 2016, I tweeted about a family gathering where everyone poked and pried into my life. Once they were done scrutinizing my career choices, my love life, and weight; an aunty asked why didn’t I look like a girl? Where were the make-up and curly strands of hair draping over my shoulders? My lips should’ve been red, I was wearing a skirt yet it’s not coded in the way she thought femininity was. Yes, it was pink yet not enough. Eyed me from head to toe, asked again, why didn’t I look like a girl?
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl. Say this several times out loud and I swear it sounds like we’re gargling water. Because if you say the same word over and over again, it starts to lose its meaning.
What is a girl? What does a girl look like?