“I remember wearing my mom’s high heels
And these pink work-out sweatpants
Yeah, I was a little kid
Who didn’t know to hide it
I remember hatin’ all my clothes
And seeing pretty girls with pretty clothes
And I was envious
How can I be one of those?”

These are some of my favorite lyrics from the song IDK If I’m a Boy by Blue Foster. You can pretty much gather what the song is about from the title. In this section of the song, Foster basically bullet points a series of experiences they had as a child that express interest in feminine practices/rituals/aesthetics. I was listening to this song on my drive to work the other day and when I heard these lyrics it got me thinking about how we’ve talked a little about signs from your childhood acting as evidence towards your queer/trans status later in life. 

This photo, I think, perfectly encapsulates me as a child (circa 2011). While I don’t have any stories as good as Dr. Kate’s typing class love story, I do think I have some memories that could serve as these so-called pieces of evidence. For one, outfits like the one I’m wearing in that photo were the thing I felt most comfortable in (you may be able to see my big smile through the scratch out lines). I hated anything with ruffled sleeves, I would’ve rather died than let you put my hair in a ponytail, and don’t even get me started on skirts/dresses. When I got old enough to recognize the difference between the “boys” section and the “girls” section of clothing stores, I would say no to everything in the pink, frilly area until my mom was forced to take me over the cool, blue area. It was around the same time that I began to notice how pretty I thought my female classmates were and how uninteresting my male classmates were.

I read Deconstructing Myself (chapter 2) from Nonbinary: Memoirs of Gender and Identity and in it the author, Levi, discusses their journey from identifying as a straight cisgender woman to a lesbian cisgender woman to a “neither heterosexual nor homosexual” genderqueer individual. Levi shared some of their own evidence from their early life. This included wanting to play shirtless outside and pee standing up as a child, as well as wanting to talk about girls, fix cars, and wear a tux to prom as a teenager.

When I started writing this blog post (approximately thirty minutes ago), I planned on ending it with the question of why do people view behaviors they exhibited as children as evidence for their identity when they get older. While I’m sure there’s a lot more that could go into it, I’m starting to think it’s silly for me to ask that question. I have the answer (at least I have my answer). There is some murky water, but I think all-in-all we know who we are and there is no better time to understand who you are than when you are ignorant to all the factors that will one day influence your expression of identity. Like the song says, when you’re too young to understand what your desires may entail for your identity, you don’t know that you are supposed to hide it from the world around you.