@OliviaB:
This is very, very cool! 👍.
You should be shouting about this experience from the rooftops instead of trying to sneak it in incog! :lurk:. It didn't work anyway because I see you! 🧐 :wave2: . . .
. . . and now everyone else will! :tongueout.
This would have been worthy of its own thread - even if it weren't your first post ( welcome to the community, btw!! :gh: ), because it wouldn't take much searching to find out that going out is one of the aspects that gets the most support requests here.
So seeing another success report like yours is always appreciated because it helps others! 📈.
Congratulations! 🍾 🥳.
- L.
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@Star01:
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Star01
I cannot wrap my head around the compulsion to go out in public. I am challenged to shop and have an indoor only wardrobe.
For some, it's not a head thing. For me, it was more of a soul thing.
I dressed indoors and was happy to do so until the end of time, . . . until it started to hurt that nobody could see how I felt internally ( that was actually far down the line of an escalation ):
- First, I became unhappy about my male body shape, and that led to me starting to use hip padding.
- Then I became extremely unhappy about my face, and that began a long, desperate and almost self-destructive makeup journey.
- Then I became unhappy that nobody could see how I felt about myself.
That feeling kept growing until I couldn't hold it back any longer. "Progression", they call it.
On the day I stepped outside for the first time, I was fully prepared to become the laughing stock of the neighbourhood :haha: :straightface:.
- L.