Im coming up to almost a year since I've actually dressed. Okay well thats a tad bit of a lie, but I haven't been anything close to Jamie since then (I decided I wanted to change my name to something that suited me a bit better). It's strange, the moment I was out of my last dysfunctional relationship, the urge to be Jamie really subsided. At first, I stopped dressing up because I wanted to feel a bit more "manly?" (not too sure if thats the right word at all). For a while that mentality stuck, I was doing the whole male college student thing right. 6 months later I found myself falling for another girl and here I find myself now, in this great relationship.
I wont say the idea of dressing up has never crossed my mind. Its impossible for it not to, what with my wardrobe sitting in a suitcase in the back of my closet. And heck, there have been a few times I threw on a dress and stockings, walked around in my heels and tried to be Jamie again. Any time I have, it just felt like an act, like I was only pretending.
This all made me realize why I started dressing in the first place. Being Jamie was my way out of my real life, my chance to be someone else. In a time where I hated who I was, who I was with, I had this escape. I was addicted to it because I could finally get some confidence, I felt good about myself. I immersed in these communities online and people accepted me. Ive always struggled with hiding my true self, it used to be the most painful thing to do. So when everybody just readily accepted me in, I was hooked.
I'm not sure how I feel about my dressing anymore. Right now in my life, for the first time in years I think Im actually happy... I dont need an escape. I hate to think of trying to "give it all up" and purge because on some level I think Jamie is still a part of me... I just dont know if I want to have to turn to her.