I always hated clothes. To minimize my interaction with them, I wore a uniform: tattered baggy black jeans, t-shirts of various ages and hole counts, and a black fleece vest. I wore that uniform for about 20 years, since I was about 10 years old. Then, I discovered women's clothes!
Nowadays, my entire wardrobe is clothes made for women, except for a few nice t-shirts. I can actually dress boyish and survive these days, but I prefer not to. What I can not do is wear my old uniform. Three weeks ago, I put it on and tried to leave the house like that. Couldn't even leave the bedroom.