OK, full disclosure update. I was slightly down all weekend. I lazed around the house not accomplishing much of anything. I did spend all weekend in a dress. Why? Because I could. It wasn't about needing to wear one, it was more to get comfortable and used to seeing myself that way, whether it becomes the norm or not. I was comfortable with myself.
Sunday evening, dressed for a walk. I felt like I was styling a bit (by not matching anywhere). My wife thought it was great and took a couple full length pictures. Thankfully it was on my phone. It triggered so bad that I hit the dumps that evening. I felt slightly better the next morning (Monday), until I went into my phone to delete the pictures. I was miserable the rest of the day. I don't see how anyone can say I look great when it's so obviously not the case. Ridiculous is the more proper term.
Monday afternoon, that was my Dr. visit. Total waste of time, as noted in my previous post. Which led to a further depressed state that evening. I was pulled up out of that by my wife, if she wasn't there I'd likely have ended up curled up in bed.
On to today. I got up late, had to rush everything in getting ready. Plus side, I can glop my face much faster now without making a total train wreck out of it. I grabbed a blouse out of the closet, slightly on purpose to push my comfort zone a bit. Being late, I couldn't change my mind.
Now, I am sitting here at work in a most obvious woman's top, mostly keeping covered by my jean jacket except when sitting at my desk. How does it look? Well, since I am disclosing, here is a quick selfie:
The front cam sucks so any selfie looks out of focus. It's a real pain trying to take a short-armed selfie without obvious focal distortion.
