Since I took the decision to transition a few months ago I have been replacing one wardrobe with another, and this has left me with a lot of beautiful clothes I can no longer wear. At 162cm and of slight build there are not many people in my circle who are similar, but by coincidence, two of my ex-boyfriends are almost my size.
Some weeks ago S. came round and left with 6 winter coats and summer jackets. And today after dinner with M., he found around 25 shirts he liked, and some of them make him look wonderful.
Particularly tonight, working through 15 years of clothes (I look after them!) was a rather poignant experience. I don't miss them, and shall not miss them, but they brought back many memories - shopping for them with my ex-wife; the heat of Spanish coastal towns in summer; vacations in France and the USA; the stewardess on a Continental flight who told me that I looked nice in a particular shirt and left me feeling bashful... It was a little like paging through an old photo album, and a few times I had to stop myself from smelling them to see if any perfume from a special occasion remained. Clothes define us in a very powerful way!
I am content that two very special people in my life shall benefit from my old stuff, and that from time to time I shall see them in clothes that have some important memories for me. I am also strangely serene but also a little emotional at having been able to pass some clothing on in a more meaningful way, rather than dumping them at the parish in plastic bags.
How did it feel when you got rid of the clothes from your previous life? What did it mean to you?