Probably the biggest fear I have as I get older is that at some point I’ll come to a place where I feel like I just won’t look good anymore when I dress up. I’m 30 now, and every so often, when I look back at pictures from ten years ago, I can see how my face has changed. How it’s aged slightly. Where the lines will probably come in, or have started coming in just a bit. It’s not terrible so far (+1 for moisturiser!), but they are there – and in all likelihood, it’ll just get worse.
Frickin’ entropy.
With that in mind, if I had one regret, it’s that I didn’t get my act together earlier.
- It took a while before I fully accepted that being a crossdresser was normal and nothing to be ashamed of.
- It took a while before I was able to venture out into the real world while dressed up.
- It took a while before I was able to be so open about it.
- It took a while before I was able to experiment a bit more and figure out what makeup worked, and how to apply it.
- It took a while before I knew how to buy clothes that actually look good.
If I could give one nugget of advice to my younger self, it would be this:
The sooner you can figure these things out, the sooner you’ll allow yourself to be yourself, the happier you’ll be.
…and maybe you’ll have a lot more photos to look back on! :)
Enjoy your youth. You are so correct that things go down hill. I am twice your age and wish I had a collection of dressing experiences to look back on. The lines on your face will give you character that you may just as well try to do without.
Pat