Her confidence is her armor A confident woman is a beautiful woman. A confident woman is a strong woman. A confident woman is a powerful and fierce woman. Confidence is her armor. This is a lesson I learned from my mother and sisters and from dear friends, Trans* and cisgender. When I was just beginning this journey, I had wonderful teachers/mentors/friends who help me gain the confidence and courage I needed to step out of my house. There is so much I learned from my dear friend, Elayne and our dear sister, Leanne Edna Anderson. They shared parts of their journeys with me. Both used their confidence as their armor to live as they want to live.
I have nothing to be ashamed of I’ve spoken a bunch about Elayne. She has helped me so very much and I love her. She shared a few experiences that emphasized not being ashamed, being honest and being bold. Before I got to where I am in my journey, when I wanted clothing, I’d order on-line, usually to be disappointed, or I go to a store and sneak a garment into the men’s dressing room. Our sister, Elayne, took a different approach and it’s one of the many reasons I admire her. She would gather the garments she wanted to try on, skirts, blouses, etc., take them to the dressing room attendant, if there was one and explain, “I’m a crossdresser and I’d like to try these on.” The attendant almost always did not object and if, needed, unlocked the door to the dressing room. (Why do they lock those doors?) Confidence, honesty and pride allowed her to shop and live as her true self.
Not to this girl, you won’t Our gf, Leanne Edna Anderson, wrote and shared an experience where confidence was the difference between living honestly and being harassed.
“I was in Walmart dressed to the nines. I am very passable. I went into the ladies room, entered a stall and used the facilities. In the meantime, a sales lady that knew me and my wife from before called security saying a man was in the ladies room. When I came out, there were four burly guys waiting for a man to come out of the ladies room, but I was not a man, I was a pretty girl and I strutted right by them and out of the store.”
With her head held high and confidence as her armor, she was not intimidated or mistreated.
Only two examples, but many exist There are so many examples, most, I believe, are never considered as strapping on our armor and standing up for who we are, but they indeed are. The bravest act for all of us, and the one really needing armor, is admitting who we are to ourselves. We tighten up the armor and come out to a friend, family member or spouse. An angel I know, long ago told me when you can get the confidence to walk to your mailbox in the middle of the day, fully dressed, you are on your way. I was shivering in my armor that first time, but I made it to the street after a couple of false starts. I timidly walked to the mailbox just knowing everyone in the neighborhood was watching. When I turned around to walk back to the house, I stood a little taller and felt a bit more confidence. I said to myself, “I got this!”
Look at yourselves Whether you are Trans* or Cis*, regardless of whatever which gender you identify with or not identify with any, we all have drawn upon our confidence to get us through a tricky, troubling or dangerous situation. I hope you feel the heft of your armor and know you re strong and brave.