Culling the Final Clothes

I collected and hoarded all sorts of “types” of girl clothes for years and years, trying to be prepared for the day when one of those female identities finally revealed itself to be the one for me.

Ended up donating, no lie, about fifteen large trash bags of clothing. My closet is so sparse now and filled with guy clothes that make me smile. It’s been the lighter side of transitioning so far, all the things I no longer need to hang on to, just in case I finally figure out “how to girl”.