I remember when I went to therapy in a ball cap, t-shirt, jeans, zero makeup and tennis shoes because quite frankly, I didn't want to put up with the cat calls.
The doc reminded me that in order for my insurance to cover HRT, I had to go as a woman full-time.
I complimented her slacks, dress shoes, button up an short hair. I asked her how she got to look so good without makeup.
And how much I loved the nurse's scrubs.
Point was taken, but to have to deal with this kind of crap is a little frustrating.