As a result, apparently, the muscles in my shins have had to work overtime to keep me standing upright. And not only do I walk funny I stand funny, too, balancing on the sides of my fallen arches instead of on my heels and toes. But recently I discovered the root of the problem: My gait is, to put it gently, curious. Then I lost it again.įor many months, I simply thought I had lost my sense of balance. I found my footing, and for 20 years, I have been both joyful and wary. When we walk alone, we’re always a little bit careful. But all the women I know have this one thing in common. There are a lot of different ways of being female in this world and a lot of different ways of walking. That’s what it actually means to walk as a woman: to constantly be on guard. The real difference is that now, when I’m walking home alone at night and I hear a pair of footsteps behind me, I feel a sense of vulnerability I never felt before transition. Still, over time I discovered there is a distinction between walking in the world as male and as female, but it doesn’t have anything to do with swaggering or gliding.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |