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Teri Anne

Thanks Ann I appreciate the kind words.

I have been out for years so I have tons of clothes so its not a problem.

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1 hour ago, Ann W said:

I was just wondering if you were going to wear shoes to the doctor.

Sh...oos? What are sh...oos? 😆

 

Of course, but they're going to have to be my snow runners. I'll take a last image before heading out the door tomorrow to prove it. lol.

 

Thanks for the compliment as well. 😊

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1 hour ago, Teri Anne said:

Drayse You look great in the outfit.

Thank you. 😊

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Vanessa Michelle

I ain't gonna lie, I'm enjoying the posts, but definitely jealous I can't follow suit. #someday Love seeing you all posting these pics and encouraging one another!! ❤️

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There are a load more wonderful photos since I last looked in this thread. Thank you everyone that posts - its something I look forward to each day. This is me in my working from home clothes today...

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10 hours ago, Vanessa Michelle said:

I ain't gonna lie, I'm enjoying the posts, but definitely jealous I can't follow suit. #someday Love seeing you all posting these pics and encouraging one another!! ❤️

Good morning and thank you for sharing your clothing options with us. I'm with @Vanessa Michelle on this thread, and can't wait until my closet is full of women's wear. @Teri Anne thank you for encouraging patience, it helps.

 

Hugs,

 

Mindy🐛🌈🦋

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4 hours ago, Mmindy said:

@Teri Anne thank you for encouraging patience, it helps.

 

Hugs,

 

Mindy🐛🌈🦋

There is no reason to rush and when you feel the time is right then go for it. It's a decision that only you can make.

What I will say is the day you decide to venture out you will wonder what took you so long LOL

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Going after some firewood today, so it will be bibs, boots, and lots of warm stuff.

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Just so you all know, I did wear shoes today. Well, my snow boots. See image below. After my appointment I went grocery shopping, still dressed up, went to the lawyer's to sign a revision to the divorce agreement and then went to the new thrift shop in town where I was boring and only bought a fabric belt so I can get rid of my leather one.

 

I can't express how liberating and gratifying it was to just get out there as myself. I was so happy. But now I have to get ready for work and don the boy clothes, but this too shall eventually change.

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Teri Anne

So glad you had the opportunity to get out and be yourself.

The ladies in the thrift store I go to all the time know me by name and treat me like any other female.

Come to think of it I don't think any of them know I was born male.

Thats because I never felt the need to tell them otherwise.

Being trans is hard enough and I made a decision years ago not to mention it and demand they accept me like some trans people do.

One quick way to start trouble for yourself is demand things from people. Just walk in do your business and be friendly.

 

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1 hour ago, Teri Anne said:

 

One quick way to start trouble for yourself is demand things from people. Just walk in do your business and be friendly.

 

^Truth

@Niamhooh those boots!!!!

Speaking of boots. I had some time to kill yesterday and just happened to be next to a DSW and found these on the clearance rack.  I promised my wife to hold off on more shoes until our finances catch up a bit and it was VERY hard to not walk on out with these for only $48.  Not often you find inexpensive size 12 boots that fit well and look good.  I was a good girl though ;'(

 

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Jackie C.

Oh hey @Drayse! I just bought a pair of waterproof boots for snow-stuff myself. Naturally they'll arrive well after the snow hits tonight.

 

@Bri2020, I like those boots too! That's a nice heel too. I want some. I guarantee they don't come in size Sasquatch, but I'd definitely wear those.

 

@Teri Anne, I completely agree. I don't feel the need to stuff being trans down anybody's throat. I'll wear my flag mask to the gym occasionally, but allies are allowed to wear the colors too. It honestly never occurred to me to be in anybody's face about it. I'm trans. I'm trying to live my best life. I am a skinny bitch (seriously, I'm built like a popsicle stick) and none of it involves spectators.

 

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Teri Anne

Bri I would jump on those boots they are too cute.The heel is perfect for me.

Jackie the way I look at it me being trans is my business and not some sort of  thing I have to tell anyone. Oh sure some people figure it out  but by that time its a moot point.

I understand some feel the need to tell everyone they know but sometimes that causes more problems.

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2 hours ago, Bri2020 said:

 

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Absolutely love them. I think I might have prayed for forgiveness and got them anyway!

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Elizabeth Star

Thanks.... Now I think I need another pair of boots. Actually, I know I do. I’m still hung up on high heel hiking boots. 


I just don’t understand why some people have such a strong need to make sure everyone knows they’re trans when they would probably pass if they kept their mouth shut about it. I just want to blend in and be treated the same as other women, not special. But that’s me. 

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Teri Anne

Blending thats the key word in the whole thing IMO.

I think the younger crowd just wants to stand out or prove a point or something. I think they put too much emphasis on identity.

I was talking to a young trans girl at a PRIDE event and she commented on my attire being too plain and I told her I didn't know being trans was a competition and that I wasn't trying to impress anyone..

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Jackie C.

Whelp, the youngest trans-girl I know personally is 27 and she's not like that at all. She's like me; perfectly content to live her life as a woman. Well, and maybe a little, "And find some flattering clothes that fit." Cis-women deal with that too though.

 

Which brings us back to the boots. Why can't I find those in a 13? Why!?!?

 

Hugs!

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I think non passing trans are great and probably normalize trans and even non passing cis people.

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Teri Anne

I think just being you passing or non passing is fine.

As long as you are happy and living your life the way you want.

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Jackie C.

I just got my new water-proof winter slip-ons! Glee! Now I'm much less likely to break my neck while shoveling snow.

 

Hugs!

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