i·den·ti·ty cri·sis


  1. a period of uncertainty and confusion in which a person’s sense of identity becomes insecure, typically due to a change in their expected aims or role in society.

It occurred to me last week that I may indeed be a girly-girl. All those years of convincing myself I wasn’t, involving a lot of arguing with my brother who proceeds to mimic me in a voice implying similarities to beloved social heiress Kim K *much sarcasm*. But for real, I played soccer and basketball, I horseback rode and could skate circles around hockey players after years of figure skating; I highly dislike the colour pink and was never into dolls much. Then it hit me that everything I preach about gender equality and gender-neutrality had essentially produced my nose snuffing, generating this huge contradiction. I had been pre-disposed to believe that one gender was to act a certain way, despite vocalizing otherwise; deem it the battle of nature vs. nurture and I was under it’s influence. I was inspired to write this post after a t-shirt in Brandy Melville (of all places) that read: raise boys and girls the same way. My parents were certainly advocators of that, never blinking twice when I brought in worms from the garden (okay but maybe screaming?), nor when my brother took ownership of my two barbies, which he later denies.

So here I am to claim that despite my ignorance to most commercially-acceptable, “girl”-orientated activities, I am a girly-girl. I find myself drifting away from harsh androgynous lines within my style selections towards more delicate pieces. **Important PSA: fragility does not designate womanhood. My newfound attention to detail, open-mindedness and overall vision, resembles that of a strong-willed gentlewoman…and one I wanna be.


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This is an excerpt from the article Girly, Redefined which originally appeared on