Wear What Scares You

This month marks the fourth anniversary of the MN T-Girls.  As time passes I tend to look back more and reflect on how much things have changed, how far things have progressed or, in some cases, regressed.

At its heart, the MN T-Girls exists as a social and support group.  I wanted to create a group that socialized, that went out and did everyday things, such as having a nice dinner or going to the mall.  It is a group where one can feel safe when going out into the real world.  Many of us felt a mixture of emotions the first, or even the fiftieth time we left the house presenting as the gender we identified as.

I knew those emotions because I felt, and sometimes still do, feel them.  For years I was afraid to leave the house.  What was I afraid of?  A million things.  Afraid of my car breaking down and being stranded somewhere.  Afraid of being recognized, afraid of being harassed, threatened, laughed at, or worse.

I was afraid I was not beautiful.

There is a vague, unattainable goal of “passing” for some in our community.  Passing is when we, as transwomen, are seen as cis-women.  Although I can have flawless makeup and wear a beautiful dress, I still have wide shoulders, large hands and a deep voice.  In short, I have many physical characteristics that are normally associated with men.  Some of us want to pass because it’s validation and confirmation that our presentation is so amazing that most people would think we were born as females.  Some of us look at passing in a desire to be unrecognizable to people that we know who might see us.  Some of us just want to pass because it means we are as beautiful as the gender we identify as.

But passing is unattainable and vague, and it’s unattainable because it is so vague.  There is not a set of standards that one has to meet in order to be female, or to be beautiful.  Yes, I am tall (I am even taller in four inch heels), and height is often viewed as a male characteristic and thus “gives me away”.   But I have met cis-women who are taller than me.  I have met cis-women who have deeper voices than myself.  I have met cis-women with facial hair.

Are they not women because of those characteristics?  What decides what is feminine?  Who decides what is beauty?  Who decides who is beautiful?

No one.

Well, you do.

It’s not for anyone else to decide.  Once I realized that there was no such thing as passing, that there is no standard I had to meet in order to be beautiful, then my whole world change.  I was ready to go out.

16I was still nervous about the same things as before, with the exception of not feeling beautiful enough.  Instead of striving to pass, I wanted to blend in.  I did my best to blend in the first time I went out, which was about six years ago.  I was still learning makeup but my confidence was growing with each day.  I was tired of sitting around my living room and was ready to get out into the real world.  So, one Friday morning I woke up, did my makeup, got dressed and left the house.  The photo on the left is what I wore when I went out for the first time…a cute skirt, a colorful top, cardigan and black stockings.  I thought it was a perfect outfit for running errands.  For the next few months, I picked out outfits that, in my opinion, helped me blend in.  Blending in, I thought, was a form of protection.  There are those who have a fear and hatred of people who identify as transgender, and I didn’t want to draw a lot of attention to myself, lest I became a target for ridicule, violence, or worse.  Blending in became a sort of camouflage, in a way.

As I went out on a more regular basis, I realized that the world wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.  If I was being laughed at and pointed towards, I didn’t notice it.  People were kind to me.  People complimented my outfit or the skill I had when it came to walking in heels.  My confidence grew.  My self-esteem grew.  Blending in, in those early days, gave me an opportunity to experience life as incognito as possible, considering I am a six foot tall (and taller in heels) transgirl.

As my wardrobe grew, I noticed the clothes I was buying were reflecting my growing confidence and courage.   I was buying less clothes that I felt helped me blend in and more clothes that, in the corner of mind, I would wear in public when I felt bolder.  It would take another year or so until the outfits I wore outside of the house moved from blending in to being bolder.  My wardrobe was expanding and was soon filling up with bright colors, bold patterns, higher heels and skirts that showed off all the hard work I put into on the Stairmaster at the gym.

Then one day I was done blending in.  I am not sure what triggered it, perhaps it was a beautiful day, or a new dress I couldn’t wait to wear.  Soon I was at the mall, at the art museum, getting makeovers and having coffee wearing dresses that I never thought I’d have the courage to wear in the real world.  Dresses with bright patterns, eye-catching designs and flowers.

A LOT of flowers.

I remember the day I wore the outfit pictured above. I was feeling particularly bold that afternoon and opted for a bright, tight pink dress with matching pink heels.  I looked at myself in every mirror I saw at the mall that day and marveled how it didn’t seem that long ago when I tried so hard to blend in, to not be noticed.  This outfit was about as far away as incognito as one could get.

These days I no longer try to blend in.  There’s not much in my closet that I am not comfortable wearing.  Of course, I still believe in dressing appropriately, I am not going to wear my leather dress and five inch stilettos to the grocery store, for example.

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Looking back at these photos and remembering the past few years, I am amazed at the confidence I’ve gained in such a short time.  One of the reasons I formed the MN T-Girls was to show other transwomen that the world can be scary at first, but it’s really quite wonderful once you are out in it.  I understand the need and instinct to want to blend in, but standing out is liberating and amazing.  You may be surprised by how the world reacts and even embraces you.


There is a hashtag that I saw the other day that reads #wearwhatscaresyou and I really like that idea.  The idea of wearing a bright pink dress with sky-high heels terrified me a few years ago, but it’s one of my favorite outfits.  To me it screams confidence.

Wearing what scares you is a big step, and it took me a couple years to gain the confidence that I needed to do so.  But, like wearing high heels, it takes baby steps.  Getting a little push doesn’t hurt either.  I remember going to Pride and having to stop at the grocery store beforehand.  I was wearing a bright pink, polka dot dress to the festival and walking into the store wearing such a eye-catching outfit was a little scary at first.  The dress was perfect for a hot summer day at Pride, but very bold for a grocery store visit at 6:30am.  However, doing that was one of the little pushes I needed.

If you’re looking for a push, you may want to consider ‘Try-Day Friday’, a challenge that was started by Dia & Co, an online clothing company that provides their customers with new outfits that are designed to create confidence and help take fashion risks.

Despite many things happening in our country, I am feeling optimistic for our community.  We are making progress, socially and politically.  It’s not always been easy, but baby steps, you know?

I am also excited about your growing confidence.  Yes, yours.  Do something that scares you, wear something that scares you.

Love, Hannah










8 thoughts on “Wear What Scares You

  1. Hannah, I was so glad to read your post as you practice what I preach on Sister House. It’s not about blending in, but standing out as a beautifully dressed, well put-together woman. I’m fortunate to live in a city (Merida MX) where the women dress beautifully, love fashion and express their femininity through clothes. Bright colors and mid-thigh dresses are everywhere. They care about their looks whether casually dressed in the grocery store or out for the evening to a local watering hole. Keep doing what you are doing and setting the examples for others. It’s not so scary once you do it. Hope the girls come visit me on Sister House too http://www.sisterhouse.net. Hugs….Tasi


  2. I guess I’m more about blending in, with a flair and a bit of femininity. I don’t want to be screaming, but I want to look nice, be real, and express myself. I don’t have to be the best dressed in the room, but I’ll try to be near the top.

    Besides, I don’t look good in pink. I’m more mauve, fuchsia, or red. 🙂


  3. For me it’s not whether you pass, or whether you blend, it’s how people behave towards you. Which depends very little on what you wear and how you look, and very much on how you are expecting them to behave.
    And I remember the exact breakthrough moment for me: I was in a hotel lift (in a fairly short leather skirt) and a woman got in and very obviously looked me up and down. No words were spoken, but my thoughts weren’t “Oh no, she’s read me”, they were “how rude”. And since then I’ve expected everybody I dealt with to be as polite and friendly as I am, and they always are.


  4. Well written. My experience exactly. I’ve grown weary of the narrative that it’s not safe out there for us. I’ve been out for three years myself, out well over 300 times and never once, not one single time, have I had a negative experience. I never pass, have many of the same male features you mention, but take pride in my presentation and as such, am generally accepted anywhere I go. Sure there are always risks, but I feel no more than there would be out there as my male self. We cannot accept they way things were, we have to blaze that trail, one person at a time, for our sisters to follow.


  5. Wonderfully written. You are an inspiration for all of us. So sorry I couldn’t make it to this month’s outing. Hope you had a wonderful dinner and happy birthday also. I do plan on being at next month’s outing.


  6. Nicely expressed! My own comfort level increased dramatically when I stopped trying to convince everybody I was a Real Woman, and accepted myself as I am. As some sailor said, “I am what I am, and that’s all what I am”. The only issue I have had (other than the occasional disapproving look) was in Rice Park: Some guy sitting on a bench said as I walked past, “Are you a man or a woman?”. I then did an inappropriate thing – I looked at him, and rolled my eyes. Best eye roll I ever did. He then declared quite loudly, “You’re a man!”. He said something else, but by that time I was past him and quite honestly do not know what it was. I presume it was not complementary.


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