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I was rather proud of myself today.

After work, I remember I needed to pick up some groceries. Getting out of the car, I realized I was wearing a top that was rather lacy, and I immediately felt the blood rush from my face.

I'm not wearing makeup. I'm wearing something specifically feminine. I'm gonna get clocked as trans. The stares, the points, the giggles, the little acts of hatred.

But I gotta get some groceries.

So I went in anyways. Got my groceries. Got a stare or two, but I just moved along. Quick in, quick out. But I did it.

I used to go out feminine all the time. But I got so tired of the stares and looks and giggles and the little things people did to let me know they hated me, that I stopped being overtly feminine. Stopped the makeup, stopped the skirts, stopped the shoes. I wish I had more faith in humanity to do this like I used to. But it's nice to know I can still overcome that whole "They're gonna do something to you or your stuff" mindset. Sometimes.