I don't know, it's been so long since I was a girl...LOL...but srsly, when I was, I was louder than most girls, but also was still shy, which threw guys off: they thought someone as loud as me should be an assertive gal when it came to men. Therefore they would think I wasn't interested. In fact, I was only ever able to get together with guys I wasn't interested in, a lot of the time. I would pick them up then dump them, but I was never happy. Sad story. I had a high degree of social anxiety, and even more anxiety about any man I was currently having a thing for. So I would act like a klutz around a guy I liked, and say a lot of extra stupid things (even more than usual). I was never good at being social back then - just completely clueless when I was trying to be liked. Not funny. Not interesting if you weren't into any of my perseverences. I wasn't very happy with myself, though, a lot of the time. When I was, and when I wasn't (rarely) worried about what other people were thinking, I could actually be pretty funny, so people would tell me.
I fell in love and got married a couple of times, and both times they were Aspies, too. We understood each other, but we also, both times, both had serious self-concept problems, and that probably contributed to the demise of the relationships.
Back when I was young, at first I dressed more unisex, but it always had to be figure-flattering, because I didn't think whatever man I was interested in would be interested in me if I didn't look sexy. I always wore a small amount of eye makeup usually, even though I didn't like the way it felt.
Over the years I experimented around and started to develop interests in clothing that became more eclectic as time went on. Some of my experimentations were probably more flattering than others.
Now, as a fifty something woman, I will wear baggy pants with an oversize shirt around my building - sometimes the same ones for days on end. Or I could turn around and wear a thirties style gown with mens heavy boots to the symphony. Topped by a men's overcoat which I trimmed with fake fur. I wear what strikes my fancy, basically.
After a brief but disastrous stint as a cocktail waitress ( I was DESPERATE for a job) in my mid-twenties, I hardly ever wore makeup again. It feels gross and itchy on my face and eyes. I am a lot more quiet now than I was back then, unless I get in a MOOD, when I can still occasionally get pretty loud. I am happy now, most of the time!
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