To whoever reads this. Take it seriously. I hope this has reached you in time.
At first, like you, I thought I just needed to choose more oversized clothing. And I had enough of those, from my grunge phase. Big, roomy, plaid flannel shirts in the 'this may just come back into fashion' part of the closet.
And there were no questions at all, that day, after I adjusted my wardrobe. No sneaky looks, no second glance after they think you have passed and will not notice. I swiped my office access card with a flourish I had not felt in a while. I chatted with the receptionist about last week's party, walked to Starbucks for my coffee and smiled benevolently at my colleagues.
But back at my desk, I could tell from the glyphs carefully hand-crafted in permanent sharpie onto the Starbucks cup that some could still see. Maybe they were already aware. Maybe they had always been aware.
As I shifted in my chair I could feel the displeasure. A slight tightening against the spine, a scratching against the shoulder blades. I turned the Starbucks cup away from me, so I could ignore the hideously obvious butterfly glyph and the obscenely optimistic "Have a nice day!".
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