My last pics didn’t show as much of my midsection as I’d initially thought. Really, for you to understand what I’m saying when I tell you my hips have a steeper-than-average swoop, you’d need to see a picture like this one:
Also, my stomach seems to wax and wane on a practically hourly basis, but I took these pics on a day when I hadn’t eaten any unusual foods and right after pooping, so look, abs!
I rarely see my mighty sixpack anymore so I wanted to commemorate the occasion.
The colours are probably all screwed up in these pics because it’s late enough at night that f.lux is in full effect on my computer. Oh well.
I understand it when someone sees me in their peripheral vision and mistakes me for a dude, btw. I’m six feet tall and I know most other people this height are guys; it’s a reasonable enough assumption, at first glance, that I’m a guy, too. It’s somewhat more vexing when someone’s looking right at me and I’m wearing a form-fitting dress, which has happened twice lately.
The way I figure it, even if I didn’t have hips and breasts, being in a dress means I’m presenting as female which means people should use girl-pronouns with me. That’s what I’d do if I saw someone of indeterminate gender wearing girl-clothes.