I'm a little #proud of myself in several ways…
Yesterday after dinner (veggie burger, the LIDL paddies are better than expected) I went out for a quick #hike before sunset. I call it quick hike because I can do a kilometer in under 10 minutes and do it over 10 kilometers (pride 1).

I only had the small backpack with water, jacket and headlamp. Open, long hair and no hair tie. I put on skintight #leggings, a tight shirt and my cross-runners. I hardly ever walk around like that in my village. The #gossip here is faster than the Internet. In my youth (80s, 90s) I was ashamed of not looking masculine: thin arms and legs, wide hips and small, feminine breasts. I've always had low testosterone. Today I want it and I have fears. (pride 2)

On the way out of the village, I greeted neighbors and acquaintances and chatted briefly with strangers (Pride 3).

I went up the hill through the forest to the big stones. It got #dark and I enjoyed the sunset. Then I hiked back down through the really dark forest. I live in the area where Little Red Riding Hood was invented. I didn't see the big bad wolf. Unfortunately, I didn't meet Little Red Riding Hood either. (a bit proud 4 - forest is safer than any civilization).

When I arrived down in the village, the soccer game was just over and a lot of men were still standing around having a beer. I had to pass, proudly (5) pushed out my chest, waved and passed. From a distance they certainly saw a woman. Nearby, they may have been disappointed that I'm not as feminine as I'd like to be. I then continued on my way home.
I love my silhouette in the shadow of the street lamps.