unless you are gifted by nature, or a genius, dressing is a craft work. and like all craft work at the beginning it is difficult and discouraging, the results are depressing. Then it's a matter of accumulating knowledge, try and try again, one detail after another, until one day you look in the mirror and say "wow": there's another one in the mirror, one you like better. You've crossed a threshold, the moment before you looked like a ridiculous clown, the next moment you're the soft, pink, shiny pretty girl of your dreams - and you feel really empowered.

December 2019: well, I'm going to dump all the pics where I do not like myself anymore, mostly the ones where I look like Ozzy Osborne in drag. 2018 was the year my family got to know about my dresses, 2019 I will "out" definitely, I'm sure of it.