Today was a quick trip to the grocery store to pick up "vittles" for Liz's 17 year old son, whose visit was this weekend. It's quite the process in a huge busy store-just to feed the kid. I/we encounter many different kinds of peeps but mostly slightly upscale which I think makes a real difference in "passing" or not. (For a trans woman or cross dresser)
At any rate, I didn't think about any of it until check out. Then I briefly thought how long it took me to get to this point. The time it took me to attempt to present the best I could. Can't give you all many inspiring points of wisdom.
What worked for me was when I did stop dressing for myself and started dressing for the world. And, let's face it, for me and where I live, heels and hose are not the best choice for an outfit. My new tennis shoes, jeans and sweater today seemed to do just fine.
The harder part (but maybe more important) came when I became able to wear my own hair-and when I began to develop a "go to hell" attitude.
Sort of like the attitude I developed today when I saw what the kid wanted to buy to eat!