I wore a lot of jeans and oversized hoodies, at least when I wasn't stuck in the trash we were forced to wear in Catholic school. When I was about 12 I decided that I wanted to live in some bad 80's metal time warp, and wore raggedy pants and huge black Sabbath and Judas Priest tshirts, bandannas and the like. That eventually morphed into baggy camo pants and more band shirts, and through most of high school I fluctuated betwee (I'm not proud to admit this) mall goth-ish, visual kei light, and what I wear now: jeans, boots or converse, and hoodies.
there was a brieft point, for about two years, where I was trying incredibly hard to be feminine. I forced myself into skirts and full dresses and hated myself for it, felt like I needed to scream 'This isn't me" at everyone who saw me. The only bit of girlyness I ever truly enjoyed was makeup. I loved wearing coats that covered my chest and heavy black eyeliner, even before I came out at trans. But anything that was specifically, absolutely female always made me just feel wrong and vauguely sick to my stomach.