Admittedly, I am more of a spiritual person, than a religious one. I remember vividly as a youth the pain of wearing a restrictive tie with boring jacket and being made to go to church. I think my Dad felt the same way, as he went to sleep during almost every sermon, but was just giving into Mom's demands.
Looking back though, my fascination with what the girls were wearing was one of the earliest indications of my gender dysphoria. I literally ached inside to be able to be able to have any of the pretty fashion choices the girls had.
As with everything else, time moved on and it was years later I was able to understand what was going on.
For those of you transgender women and or cross dressers who celebrate Easter for the Christian holiday it is, I hope you enjoy your day for what it is.
For those of you who happen to be out and proud, maybe you can enjoy a cute new outfit too1