It’s mostly about how others have treated me than how I’ve felt inside, because I’ve always just felt like me.
Girlhood felt confusing and frustrating; not being allowed the same toys or to do the same things as my older brother; he seemed to get all the cool stuff like a Grifter bike and an Evil Knevil, while I got a pretty pink shopper bike and dolls I wasn’t interested in. I first fancied other girls but knew I wasn’t supposed to. I sobbed when I got my first period because it made me feel sick, hurt, was messy and I suspected might stop me riding horses.
Early womanhood felt dangerous; navigating what to wear and how to act so as not to get harassed, raped or whatever. Being talked down to at work. Having to take two days off work a month because of terrible period pains. Seeing the glass ceiling quite visibly.
Motherhood felt overwhelming; overtaken by my own biology, postnatal pain, breastfeeding angst, career frustration, awe at my own body and what it could do.
Womanhood now feels like I’m everything to everybody; a carer, a problem solver and provider; invisible, economically unviable, perimenopausal and worried about bone fragility and whether I really ought to get on that horse or go on that skiing trip, because if fall off and my pelvis crumbles, who is going to drive the kids to school?
Biology is powerful stuff that has shaped every life stage and many experiences. Other than that I just have personality, which is why I liked Evil Knevil, coveted a Grifter, fancied girls and hated periods, shaved my head and wanted to be like the boys I fancied, definitely wanted to be seen and respected as male. So a definite clash, but with biology there at every turn shaping how people treated me, it was pretty clear what I was. That’s how womanhood felt.