Hi guys.
I'm Emma (thirty something) and i've been Xdressing since I was 5.
i used to really despise myself about, growing up in SA in the nineties, anything other than the predetermined norm was obviously an abomination. I'd pass through the ladies section of some clothing store and hate myself for days afterwards because i would day dream about buying a pretty skirt and stocking, trying on some gorgeous shoes or finally buying my own make-up.
it's only in the past ten years that I've slowly made peace with that part of me.
~and i say "that part", because there's a lot more to me, as i'm sure to most of you, than what i wear and who i choose to flirt with...
ten years ago i met, who i then thought would be my life-long partner, and once i decided to get serious, we sat down and shared the skeletons in our closets...
Mine actually lived in my closet, somewhere between skirts, lingerie, stockings and wigs that i had hidden away in the very back of my closet.
telling her was one of the most freighting things i ever did, i thought she'd run for the hills but she was oddly calm about it. "is that all?" she asked, and i was stumped.
i showed her that darkest part of me and she was almost, well, disappointed... but she was extremely supportive and despite the fact that she didn't find it sexy at all, she did except it completely.
i 'd try to not dress but every 2 months or so i'd get irritated in my own skin (i'm sure a few of you know the feeling) and she'd simply say: " babe, you've gotta do your thing".
she'd give me the house for the night, i'd sexy up and the next day, it would be like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.
Having someone in your corner who supports you for you -even when you can't- is one of the strongest life experiences i've ever had.
Life went on and we were a great couple, we both loved reading, art, philosophy, movies and cooking..
after 5 years, i asked her to marry me and we were happy....
