Reply #2: I could have written that [View All]

[Warpy]

but I was lucky to have come of age just in time for the whole hippie thing. I was stuck in a harness through high school (really silly since there was little to harness), but was able to shed it as soon as I broke free. It wasn't until 15 years of Prednisone plus turning 50 did their evil work that I had to wear one of the damn things again, and this time it is more comfortable than just going without.

The main thing I flatly refused (pun intended) was any shoe with more than a half inch rise at the heel. I used to joke that I married a short guy just to escape the torture of high heeled shoes. I live in sandals an running shoes and that's as ladylike as it's ever gonna get.

As for the "ladies" end of the department store, I've been known to growl "If you try to spray me, I will hurt you" at the spray ladies. I avoid the lingerie section completely, since I buy my undies at the cheapest place I can find them to fit, usually the dollar store. I live in jeans, hospital scrubs, and t-shirts, and I often buy men's t-shirts because they're plain, non stretch cotton with no wit on them.

Oh, and the only day my mother ever successfully got me into a dress that made me look like a whorehouse lampshade was Easter. Once the embarrassing picture was taken, I was outta that thing.

You are not alone. There are a lot of us out here, I think.