Just got back from some grocery shopping at a not all that local grocery store. I didn't notice any double takes or upset looks from the conformity police. Just an older women picking up some items. Had my favorite denim capris (sorry Karren) ballet flats, peasant blouse, simple makeup and a cheap wig.
It does get easier each time I step out the door. Part of the credit must go to all of the brave girls before us who paved a difficult path. The world now knows we exist, even if they are not all pleased. And, as I get older I start caring less and less what others think.