palette

When I was very young the only way to express my trans feelings was through clothing. I would sneak into my mother’s closet and put on her things to physically experience what my mind desired. Later I went through clumsy phases (not unlike teenage girls) of wearing colors and patterns that didn’t suit me and perhaps overdressing but that calmed down as I found my rhythm and sense of personal style.

Today my palette has expanded and my relationship to clothing (and makeup for that matter) has changed where it becomes just part of conveying my overall identity which means it has taken a less prominent role. When you are no longer chomping at the bit between chances to get out things change, and everything becomes more wholistic and more meaningful; which sometimes can also mean more simple.



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