Why?

Why does this feel so right, yet feels so wrong?

Why does it make me happy and anxious at the same time?

Why does it occupy my every idle thought?

Why does it bring me such joy and then the desire to get all cleaned up?

Why can’t I just be the man I am all day? Why can’t I be the woman I am all day?

Why does the assembly of the perfect outfit thrill me?

Why does a picture well taken validate me?

Why does my mind spin when finalizing an outfit? Oh yeah, that’s the perfect necklace! Those shoes pull the whole thing together!

Why is a purse so important? Why does carrying one put the cherry on the sundae?

Why is every detail so important to me?

Why do I walk like a woman when dressed, without thought?

Why has this come relatively easily for me when that isn’t the case with many sisters?

Why is this second nature to me?

Why does it fill my mind every time my mind is idle? [Now you may understand why I try to stay so busy, so as not to be completely consumed by all of this.]

Why do I crave societal acceptance? Why do I need people to make Kandi complete?

Why can’t I figure out what to do with all of “this”? Something great is possible and I’ll die before I figure it out.

Why?

The above are all rhetorical questions, no one knows the answers.

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