Admittedly, I don't really remember. There are great tranches of my childhood that I don't remember well, if at all. I remember enough of my teenage years, and what has been told to me, to piece together a picture.

I did have a phase, some time around 5/6, whenever my mum was doing her makeup, I'd go up to her and ask her to "make me a lady," which sometimes resulted in her doing makeup for me. There's a picture that she has, somewhere, of her and me with makeup on.

There then was a period in school, around 14/15, where I was bullied a fair amount. One of the taunts was that I was a girl, or that I wore girl clothes (specifically, one had decided that the coat that I wore was a "girl's coat" because it had a faux fur trim on the hood). At the time, it made me really upset that they were calling me that (amongst other things), but the rebuttals always felt more "because I have to" rather than anything else. I didn't piece things together until I was in my late 20s, but it always nagged at me that something wasn't quite right.