So I had to go shopping for new cloths, new men's cloths.
Even walking into the store was difficult, trying on the clothes was harder still, looking in the mirror to check the fit was crushing. I could have broken down and cried then and there.
Six months ago this would not have bothered me as much but since coming out it has been a totally different experience.
To make matters worse my grandmother had come with me, and despite my having come out to her, she insisted on telling me "how handsome" the cloths made me look and what a good looking young man I had become with my weight loss.
I wanted to scream and cry but I know that won't solve anything... I may still cry later though.
