Why does wearing women's clothes feel like crossdressing even though I'm female?
Posted: Mon Apr 11, 2022 9:26 pm
The title pretty much says it all. Been having some... for lack of a better term, gender issues. What really confuses me is why I'm having these feelings so late (I am 18 now).
When I was a kid, I didn't give a damn about what I wore. My mom picked everything from underwear to sleepwear to shoes to especially formal/outerwear. She kept my hair long because she liked taking care of it, moisturizing and tying it up in neat braids and other such updos like I was her own personal doll for her to show off to her friends and relatives. She took care of me; I didn't care all that much.
By the time I entered high school and lived apart from her for the first time, I had most of my hair chopped off. I told her I could never be as diligent as her in taking care of it, so she agreed that neck length would be more manageable for me. I still compliantly wore my school uniform blouse and skirts (in my country all schools have uniforms unlike in the West). Outside of that though, since my mom wasn't dressing me anymore, I wore almost exclusively hand-me-downs from my dad, uncles, and male cousins. She still insisted on dressing me "properly" when we were attending some event or family reunion, but other than that she let me do whatever I wanted, even though she personally found it distasteful. At least I contented myself with free hand-me-downs and never asked to buy anything, she and my dad agreed.
Now, though, I don't feel comfortable with her dressing me up like a girl anymore, even if it's just for family reunions and such. It feels like crossdressing, putting on some kind of costume or disguise and pretending I'm someone else. To be honest, that's how femininity in general feels like to me: a performance I put on a few times a year for the benefit of relatives and my parents' friends.
A few months ago, I finally got the courage to have all my hair shaved off, in an almost bald military-cut. I hesitated for a long time because I didn't know if the shape of my head suited that kind of style, but I was pleasantly surprised by how good it looked. I never think about my appearance positively, so this is a rarity. My dad also recently moved houses, and left a lot of his old clothes that didn't fit anymore to me.
These days I would go out with my military cut, a pair of jeans and a polo or button up that once belonged to my dad, and a baseball cap. Strangers defaulted to calling me sir or mister, and I don't mind it. What I do mind is what happens sometimes when I open my mouth and a painfully high pitched voice comes out: they apologize and say the word ma'am way too many times. Each time that happened, it's like a little part of me withers away. I would much prefer if they just kept silent after hearing my voice.
Why am I like this? I was fine with being my mother's obedient girl-doll as a kid, why not now? Did letting my mother be solely in charge of my gender as a kid permanently impair my own sense of it? Does feeling that "wearing women's clothes/makeup/etc feel like crossdressing" even make sense for someone who was born female? I'm just so confused.
When I was a kid, I didn't give a damn about what I wore. My mom picked everything from underwear to sleepwear to shoes to especially formal/outerwear. She kept my hair long because she liked taking care of it, moisturizing and tying it up in neat braids and other such updos like I was her own personal doll for her to show off to her friends and relatives. She took care of me; I didn't care all that much.
By the time I entered high school and lived apart from her for the first time, I had most of my hair chopped off. I told her I could never be as diligent as her in taking care of it, so she agreed that neck length would be more manageable for me. I still compliantly wore my school uniform blouse and skirts (in my country all schools have uniforms unlike in the West). Outside of that though, since my mom wasn't dressing me anymore, I wore almost exclusively hand-me-downs from my dad, uncles, and male cousins. She still insisted on dressing me "properly" when we were attending some event or family reunion, but other than that she let me do whatever I wanted, even though she personally found it distasteful. At least I contented myself with free hand-me-downs and never asked to buy anything, she and my dad agreed.
Now, though, I don't feel comfortable with her dressing me up like a girl anymore, even if it's just for family reunions and such. It feels like crossdressing, putting on some kind of costume or disguise and pretending I'm someone else. To be honest, that's how femininity in general feels like to me: a performance I put on a few times a year for the benefit of relatives and my parents' friends.
A few months ago, I finally got the courage to have all my hair shaved off, in an almost bald military-cut. I hesitated for a long time because I didn't know if the shape of my head suited that kind of style, but I was pleasantly surprised by how good it looked. I never think about my appearance positively, so this is a rarity. My dad also recently moved houses, and left a lot of his old clothes that didn't fit anymore to me.
These days I would go out with my military cut, a pair of jeans and a polo or button up that once belonged to my dad, and a baseball cap. Strangers defaulted to calling me sir or mister, and I don't mind it. What I do mind is what happens sometimes when I open my mouth and a painfully high pitched voice comes out: they apologize and say the word ma'am way too many times. Each time that happened, it's like a little part of me withers away. I would much prefer if they just kept silent after hearing my voice.
Why am I like this? I was fine with being my mother's obedient girl-doll as a kid, why not now? Did letting my mother be solely in charge of my gender as a kid permanently impair my own sense of it? Does feeling that "wearing women's clothes/makeup/etc feel like crossdressing" even make sense for someone who was born female? I'm just so confused.