A note on shoes: I love shoes. Shamelessly. I also love the look of heels. I like to wear them for pictures, so I have been known to wear a comfortable shoe someplace while carrying my high heels in a bag, and then change upon arrival at the photo place, get the pictures done, and then get right back into my comfy shoes again. I have a whole shelf of heels that I wear only for pictures. Heh heh.

I don’t leave the house often, so stay in comfy jammies most of the time. When I do go out – even if I’m wearing the most comfortable outside-going-wear I own, I immediately rip it off and put my jammies back on when I get in the door. And even with the jammies – I’ll often change into different ones throughout the day based on things like – that shirt is rubbing me the wrong way or the fit of those pants makes me feel funny or whatever. ALL of my shirts and undies get their tags torn out eventually – usually violently while I’m wearing them because I don’t think to do it beforehand and get to a point where I can’t tolerate it another second. I have raynaud’s syndrome, so my feet are always cold but most socks and slippers are highly uncomfortable so I often go barefoot (around the house anyway) and wrap my feet in blankets while sitting down. Jewelery makes me so antsy that it often comes off in the middle of an event if I dare to wear some.

And yes. The spoons it takes to get dressed. And shower. And some days even brush my teeth. I’m not exactly a model of either fashion or good hygiene.
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In terms of my disability, the main thing is the time and effort it takes to find clothes to buy, acquire the resources to buy them and then put them all together in a cute way and actually be able to keep plans that allow me to wear all this out of the house. These days its mostly pajamas. I also hear all the foot woes. I am relegated to wide shoes for buniony people and there just aren’t a lot of cute ones out there (imo). And my femme self is always admiring the heels on other folks and I wish so bad I could wear them. (Even if they made them wide enough to fit me I would last like, 2 minutes at most).
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I sometimes have problems as well, putting clothes on and taking them off. It can be exhausting, but I persevere, because I love clothes and colour, and I don’t want to deny myself another pleasure of life.

I’ve been having the strangest clothes-related problem. If a waistband actually fits well, my back will be in terrible pain within 10 minutes of putting the item on. I guess it has to do with my posture – a well-fitting garment requires a straighter back, and I am really swaybacked because my spine resembles a Slinky. Dunno.

Oh, and bras. Going without isn’t really an option. Cymbalta helped me pack on 30 or so pounds, half of which is in my chest, I swear. But if a bra fits, it rearranges my ribs. But at least I’m unlikely to drown – surely boobs can act as floatation devices?