I'm posting this here because the context is I identify as transgender, and I've been buying men's clothes specifically for the purpose of transition.
Getting dressed has always been a depressing thing. Even with the nicest girl clothes and when I was in peak physical fitness, it never felt right. It never felt good.
I hit a point last fall where I was so disgusted with everything in my wardrobe that I wore nothing but my partner's pajamas at home for a good six months. And then I bought an *entire* wardrobe of new clothes because I thought that would make me feel better... but... it didn't.
Once I had an awareness of my gender issues, I have days where getting dressed is stressful and downright confusing.
Anyway. I bought a binder and a bunch of men's stuff just to experiment.
When everything came in the mail, I thought I was going to die. Like, why did I just do this? I can't believe I did this. I felt so embarrassed. I am going to look ridiculous. I can't believe I spent all this money. Etc.
I tried everything on (and despite some sizing issues) it was the most magical thing ever. Everything just clicked and made sense.
It's funny because even being the most "perfect" girl that I could be never felt good. I am still pre-everything in terms of transition, I clearly do NOT have a male body and I can pick out an endless number of things wrong with how I look, but dressed in men's clothes I felt awesome beyond words.
I didn't think too much about it... until I was home alone last night and randomly had the urge to do it again. I felt so immensely peaceful and relieved.
After I changed out of everything, I was steamrolled by the worst dysphoria, anxious and to the point of feeling physically ill. I'm always most susceptible to bad feelings if I'm tired, so I went to bed. I woke up twice during the night in a complete panic and feeling like I was going to throw up. I still feel a little sick this morning, but not as bad (I just made myself some tea).
I think the more I experience how positive and normal it feels to live like I have a body I SHOULD have had, the cognitive dissonance of being confronted with the body I do have is completely overwhelming. And I literally feel like crawling around and puking and asking WHY. I feel crazy and want someone to stop the ride so I can get off but I can't.
I've had this happen on a smaller scale, but the clothes last night flipped me literally inside out. I wasn't expecting it.
Completely dropping the female role because of all the persistently negative feelings it gives me is obviously what I'm working toward. But I need a few months to get my life in order before I can start living full time, as in my job and my living situation literally depend on it.