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I've always been a toy boy. I wear jeans every day and haven't worn a dress since my wedding. For me it a case of I just wanna be comfy. I am not known for shopping for clothes. To me that is torture, I mean there is only so much you can try on before your heart sinks and something you really wished fitted actually doesn't because your not deemed 'normal' size and not classed as over weight. I'm a size 20+ on top and 18 on bottom and see trying to find things I like, I mean actually like really gets me down. And when that barrier comes up internally there ain't know more trying on getting done.
In my younger years it was always bigger sized the better to cover my figure. Now I'm slightly better but sometimes covering up is what's needed.

I have an issue at the minute trying to find new jeans to wear and see the anxiety with it is actually quite annoying I mean it's just jeans. But it's the not knowing now where to start looking for jeans that fit my figure/size. Mentally I don't want to have to go out and search but I know I need to try on any that I might find.

And don't even get me started on finding a coat for the winter months. Lol That to me is just torture. I know that I should probably have one but for one I get really hot wearing it and two I can't find any that fit over my chest and that I like. For my it's just a zip up jumper that should probably be thrown out by now.

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