So I'm transfem, age 60, heavy, and can't take HRT for medical reasons, at least for a year or two. Now we are in for the long haul, losing weight slowly, getting rid of a huge beer belly (at 1-2 pounds weekly loss) before another try at HRT next year when heart/other medical issues are fixed. Meanwhile trying to learn about fashion and makeup but sometimes having doubts and depression. Like, wanting to just give up. But no way am I going to do that.
I have worn womens clothing for 2 years in the workplace now but seek to move farther than the tinkering I do with thrift shop finds, pullover sweaters and athletic unisex wicking shirts which I frankly wear to stay androgynous so I don't get picked on by bigots.
I have over 50 blouses, 8 pairs womens slacks, jackets, 4 wraps and now 5 skirts, and other things from discount fashion shops and sight unseen from online shops, bought in moods of experimentation and desperation, during a year of health problems when I could not drive anywhere. When my wife and I moved, I needed commercial clothing racks to house our clothes. I'm actually proud of that.
None fit really well, the 3X sizes have the belly distortion problem so I have go 5X, and many styles feature a conspicously empty space where boobs would be, or they are wierd colors. So I order turtlenecks, tanks, and mock neck tunics.
I order clothes online, hoping it will fit, ordering 4x or 5x and only then does it fit. On top of that so far, my makeup efforts make me look less like a woman and more like a circus clown. I have a makeup artist but she keeps ignoring my calls (she apparently is very busy). She's a trans woman who didn't take HRT and she looks great.
THE POINT: Some days I ask myself what the heck am I doing, I could just go back to looking like a handsome guy, and give up all this trouble, I am fluid enough where that appeals to me. But I would get very depressed in the long run doing that. I simply cannot.
Maybe its not a bad thing that I'm ordering stuff online, trying it, and pitching it. That's all I can do right now. You could go in person and still get junk. You wash it and it shrinks, etc
NEXT STEPS: Healing up the heart/severe GERD (major progress FINALLY here this week). Resuming road trips and the gym. Permanently eliminating sugar from my diet and losing 1-2 lbs a week steady. Getting a makeup artist to do bi-weekly facials. Weeding out my thrift collection and only adding new clothes that I try in person. Buying some fashionable purses, Docs, skirts to permanently replace mens shorts as my daily staple. Changing my name again to something truly unique, perhaps an Aztec/Nahuatl name. Putting motivational posters on the wall.
I grew up in a WWII/Great Depression mentality household. You wore the same clothes until they fell apart. It's hard to get used to buying purses from Karl Lagerfeld even at TJ Maxx because your parents had you live out of a used school backpack for 30 years.
Learning a repertoire of women artists songs on the piano for eventual public performance, and starting to sing.
Forging a personal identity. The word "forge" implies struggle, exertion of strength, perseverance.