I'm frustrated at the world for baking that fear of being "weird" so deeply into me. I'm frustrated at myself turning over and taking it, wallowing in depression and anxiety, avoiding things that make me happy for fear of "embarrassing myself". No more. These socks are fucking awesome. I don't care if they're "girly." I don't care if that means I'm a crossdresser or an egg or whatever you want to call me. I feel good. I look good. I'm walking into a store and buying a skirt next.