What am I?
Yesterday I thought I knew. I was Michaela Glasgo, a Petroleum Engineering grad student at UBC, a quiet feminist who believed I could carve my own way on my own abilities. I hated my body, I had been a gangly redheaded tomboy until the titty fairy came, waved her magic wand, and left me with two pumpkins on my chest that cut me off from the self image I knew and was comfortable with. They cut me off from being “one of the guys”, they cut me off from being “one of the girls” just as hard as everyone assumed big tits equalled big slut, and from then on any of my academic achievements were assumed to be earned through something other than merit. When I had no intention of being a big slut I got called a frigid bitch instead and that was at least enough to give up on friends altogether and focus on my studies. I didn’t need to date pencil dicked entitled misogynists, and in Northern Alberta lesbian was a porn catagory guys watched, not something anyone admitted in public.