I'm only 66, but I dress and present to please myself.

That doesn' t mean I don't consider the anticipated reactions of others, but in any event my own preferences reign supreme.

I'm in the "fat" category. (Can I still use that word? I think it's honest.) I have lost over 100 pounds on two separate occasions in my life, so I know it can be done. I have proven it. But it takes a long time; and I have thus far refused to indulge my lack of willpower and discipline -- and institutionalize a disincentive -- by spending money on a wardrobe I intend to outgrow. I have several pretty things that used to fit me, but no longer do.

So, I present in line with my values; and, if people don't like it, that's their problem.

When I was down to weight, I looked so good -- at least to me -- that I swore I'd never again be where I am today; yet, here I am. So, I don't indulge my lack of discipline. But, although I look to others like a dowdy old fatty -- and, when you're trans, it only makes thing worse -- I don't care. I don't dress or present to please other people; I dress and present to please myself.