For the twenty odd years between the teen me who almost accepted herself and the curent me who has accepted herself little bits of femininty were the only things that kept me even remotely sane. I always had some things mixed in with the men's stuff. Sometimes I knew it was there, but if I let myself know too consciously I would have to purge the item eventually. I simply couldn't handle the truth about me some of the times and on other occasions the purge was because I was starting to remember who I was. I had to throw myself away a lot. The clothing items were never anything sexy or brightly colored. Just women's workwear, pants, thermals, gloves and some hats. Sometimes all I knew was that this pair of grey gloves feels "right" and the other ones feel "wrong".