I'm getting rid of around half of my pants, and some of this stuff is way too small. As I process that I'm going to be getting rid of them I'm feeling... Something. Maybe a mix of nervous and nostalgic?
I've always been someone who hung onto their clothes for a long time. Some of my older shirts I've had for almost 10 years now, which is almost half my life.
Part of this is because to me, there's something comforting about familiar clothing. They are like a barrier of familiarity against uncomfortable situations. Jackets especially were things that I took comfort in when I was nervous.
I usually only ever own one or two jackets, and since they're worn over other clothes I get to wear them a lot.
I think one of the comforting things about these clothes to me is the lack of expression within them. They're so familiar to me, that any form of expression, any style or appearance has faded from my view, and just become something normal.
Wearing something different, on the other hand, has meaning. When you wear something different, you're making a choice, and there's intention behind it.
Today especially, choosing to get rid of so much of my old, men's wardrobe, there's intentionality behind it. I'm no longer going to be occasionally replacing my t-shirts with more feminine tops, I'm going to be presenting as a woman nearly all the time.