As we walked through the marbled corridors of the City Hall, I asked him, “What if they think I’m your secretary?”
I wore a white pinstriped shirt, dark grey cardigan, black skirt, and black shoes. I was in appropriate business attire. If you were to pick me from the staff members and City Council members, there would be no difference save for age and position.
He makes a point of introducing me as [Full Name], co-organizer of the voter registration and political empowerment movement. The problem is that I have a bad habit of undercutting that by introducing myself as [Nickname], and falling back onto my sexist socialization. I am a woman with presence. I ought to carry myself as one who knows her purpose and worth, but I still fall into habits of self-sabotage.
No one has asked if I am his secretary, and I doubt that they will.
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