Omg! We went shopping yesterday and walked by the womans clothing department and saw a nice pair shorts. I looked them over for the converted size and got away quick. We passed the mens and saw a nice colored shorts, but they were too long. So I went back to the womans and spied a black thigh high skirt and took it all to the fitting room. I discovered my waste size was and the skirt fit perfectly, and so did the shorts. I didn't even try on the male shorts because they are too long.

Male shorts are all ugly, too long, and have these lame side pockets on them. Soon I found myself walking all around the womans looking at sizes and styles. It felt strange looking on a rack along side an 18 year old girl. After looking at jewelry I left.

I was always scared of doing that because to the core, we are terrified about what others think about us... even complete strangers that we'll never see again. We just don't belong to the human race in acceptance. I get it was the abuse that has ruined me, but every little baby step counts!