During one of my recent trips to Wal-Mart with my S.O. we made our way through the women's section as normal. Sometimes she likes to look at all the clothes she can't possibly fit into and complain about the 'class' of girl that would wear a certain article of clothes. Sometimes she takes me down the area with the intimate items just to make me blush. During our last trip we had made our way down an isle of the bras and underwear that we hadn't gone down before (or I hadn't actually noticed what was in that isle) and I noticed a lot of body shaping products. I asked her if body image was that important that Wal-Mart would carry a full lineup of different products for girls to help shape their body.
Like I was some kind of idiot, she looked at me and said "well dear, you do spend an awful amount of time saying you wished you were a female and that if you went through with a transition you would have to spend a lot of money on surgeries to help your 'body image'."
Isn't it wonderful how the people you love the most can just slap you right in the face with a wakeup call?
I had spent all day Friday thinking about it. I actually spent time looking at myself in the mirror and noticed all of the things about me that just doesn't match the body image that's in my mind or even matches what I've seen of genetic females no matter what their body looks like.
One of my recent trips to the thrift store I had picked up my first pair of stretchy jeans (making this the third pair of jeans I've purchased that is women's). The only things I'm happy about them is they are low cut jeans and they are a little snug in the legs, other than that they fit well (relatively speaking), but these are the most 'feminine' jeans in my (all be it small) wardrobe. After putting them on for the first time I had noticed the way my belly sat. I have the classic belly that protrudes out just above my "waist line" and that's where these pants button up at. The other pants that I had worn that were women's pants, the waist of the ended up buttoning just below the belly button covering my unnatural waist and wouldn't connect with me again until the fabric meet down by my pelvic. Outside of the dress that I've worn once everything I've tried on completely hid the fact that my belly is 100% masculine.
I became obsessed with my belly and these pants. I tried the other pants that I had and it didn't look bad though they didn't look 'feminine'. I even put on my smallest men's pants I have and buttoned them just below my belly button and outside of leaving me looking like I didn't have any hips and they were real baggy where a man's package should be they didn't look bad. By this time the stretchy jeans were laughing at me, mocking me for not having the body to wear them.
Outside of the dress I have, I've never worn women's jeans around the house just to wear them. Most of the time when I'm at home I'm cleaning and stuff, I just throw on my "work" jeans (stained from top to bottom by now from all the things I've done in them) and maybe, if I'm feeling like it I'll wear a t-shirt that my S.O. has thrown out, but they're baggy on me (only when I'm alone though, my S.O. hasn't said I could wear women's clothing around her). I have a stretchy type shirt that my S.O. had picked up from the thrift store and decided she didn't want it, so I inherited this shirt as well. I got myself all setup with my breasts, tucked my junk nice and tight (relatively speaking), put the stretchy pants on and for the first time I pulled the stretchy shirt on.
Now, this is where I just had to chuckle. Looking at myself in the mirror in tight jeans and a tight shirt with no hips to speak of and a man's waist I looked like someone out of one of those 1990 "In Living Color" skits where the male actors would be dress up in women's clothes. That's when the smile oozed off my face. I looked horrible.
And that's when it hit me.
I began to understand why even big girls like to wear tight shirts, stretchy jeans and I could even understand why some girls would wear body shaping undergarments. I started to wonder if one of those control tops would help or if I would need something a little more dramatic like the things I seen at Wal-Mart. Then it dawned on me, my S.O. has a one piece swimsuit and from when I was a kid I remembered those things being fairly snug.
Little back story:
When I was young, about 6 or so I used to be a part of the YMCA swimming club/lessons/team (could have been lessons or team depending on how long you stayed in the program). One of the things I used to do, especially during free time swim was rummage around in the lost and found for one piece swimsuit that might fit and I would wear it under my swim shorts and a t-shirt. None of the life guards ever asked me about wearing a t-shirt in the pool so I never worried about it. I always felt better when I was able to wear a one piece swimsuit, except for having to go into the men's room to change into it. Life just felt easier back then I guess. I didn't ever worry about this kind of stuff when I was 6.
Back to the current story:
While still wearing one of my underwear to help keep the junk in place and while still wearing my breast form I put on the swimsuit (and wow does that help hold the junk in place like crazy), pulled the pants back on and got back into the stretchy shirt completely covering the swimsuit. Low and behold, outside of a little bit of muffin top I had that seamless belly to pelvic transition I was looking for, and it damn near made me cry. I spent about an hour around the house like that getting some lunch in me and then decided to take it all off. I had checked myself out in the mirror a few times throughout the hour and it didn't appear that the swimsuit was letting anything relax out anywhere even after sitting and standing a few times during lunch. I would bet with extended wear it would stretch out far enough eventually to be useless until it was washed again though, I knew they did from the times that I had worn swimsuits in the past.
When I got back into my men's pants and a baggy men's t-shirt again I looked at myself in the mirror I saw the same person I would always see in the mirror. After motivating into some house work I also noticed that the stretchy pants were so comfortable I hadn't even noticed them and my shirt seemed horribly baggier than normal. For the rest of the day I couldn't stand how some of my favorite clothes fit me.
I have spent a lot of time wishing my stomach wouldn't get so bloated sometimes, right below my rib cage. I've always felt that I could just keep off another 5 pounds this summer I'd be doing better. But I never imagined that something like this would make me hate the clothes I wear. Granted, I've lost 10 pounds in the last month or so, so my clothes are a little more baggy than normal, but still. Now after spending money on new bras I'm thinking about replacing all of my shirts with something a little better fitting. My pants aren't that bad; I still have some of my old pants from when I weighed 20 pounds less then what I do now so at least I have a target in mind.