When I was a kid I used to wear cowgirl boots. They were black leather. My dad bought me those boots and he also bought me a machete. Sounds tom-boyish? Not really, I always wore dresses. It was a sight to be seen. I was so young (an infant) and yet I would sharpen my machete every other day. I loved the sound of it. I was very fearless and my dad would take me to chop wood and I would ride with him on his horse. My brother had developed a fear for horses after that same horse dragged him around our land.
My dad never made a distinction between my brother and I. He would carry my brother on one leg and me on the other for hours.
I learned very early on (by example) how a family should look. But I also learned that men and women are equals. It was a shock to see a different behavior when I got older. Logically, I was outraged at this discovery. Every time I experience some machismo either towards me or my surroundings, I think of how unnatural that is for me.
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