My Life Epitomizes "Blending In". I lived with the consequences of not blending in growing up, which had nothing to do with being trans, just different. Kids are viscous and those memories you never forget

At my peak I was an even 6ft tall for a few decades. I calculate that by the time I am 267 I'll reach my goal height of 5'6" I dunno if it is gravity, old age, HRT or All of the Above but I have shrunk, which is normal for us old dinosaurs. Only 5'11" now. So not a lot. I'm only 58, so I got time

As for the broader more philosophical response... When I first 'Experimented' with transitioning in my 20's, twice, it was a disaster. A negative self-esteem factor on top of the tons of shame, guilt, expecations, etc. pretty much derailed things. PLUS growing up I was a major, easily hit, target of ridicule and derision. Well, trying to be 'Normal' was a far far better approach (at the time) then facing a lifetime of the same S*$!T I grew up trying to deal with.
A friend of mine back then had a great joke. His father told him "Son... Fat Drunk and Stupid is no way go through through life", so I lost some weight. Well I tried the same approach
For me, "Transition" is attempting to make one whole, healthy, and eventually happy person out of all these disparate, totally isolated, walled off, compartamentalized bits I made of myself in order "To Survive" The energy separating, splitting me, came from Shame and Guilt.
Once I arrived at the point of feeling a bit better about myself, who I am, what I am, being able to actually say and FEEL the words, "I am a transsexual", I worried less about 'Others'. In a tiny way I allowed myself to revel and feel the sheer joy of being the REAL ME out in the real world, and not be consumed by my fears, my shame and overwhelmed by the feelings of "Some guy in a dress"
I obsess still over 'Fitting in", more from a point of if I do decide to fully transition possibly loosing the respect of my coworkers, I expect loss of 'Male Privileged", many members of my support group have said that. But for this formerly fat, mouth breathing, four eyed, stuttering, knuckle dragging moron, I found a niche in which I excel and perceptions can all change overnight. Thankfully my dysphoria has not reached the point where I constantly feel "I NEED to go full time".
However, I really really really now, more than ever, NEED to feel genuine. Well.. as a wise and saintly woman once said "We stand at the crossroads of gender balanced on the sharp edge of a knife"