How much feminine identity do I claim when most of the time I express hyper femme, I mean daily arched eyebrows and liquid eyeliner.. And yet, inside, despite the appearance, I feel like bro’ing out in manner and facial expression. Is this occasional and relatively consistent bromance a reflection of my childhood yearning to connect with dad or just who I am? The great thing is that I finally feel at peace not knowing and just celebrating myself exactly as I am.