I've been sewing for something like 10 years, maybe a bit more. Aside from a couple of corsets, I've never really worn anything I've made. I've got an entire shelf with patterns, drawers full of finished and unfinished skirts, dresses, blouses, tops. No matter how fun the fabric or how well I fitted the garment, I always hated putting them on. There was always something off to irritate me. Maybe a seam wasn't perfectly matching another one, or the colour made my skin look weird, or - despite hours and hours of fitting - it pulled in weird places and I hated seeing the wrinkles. So I just assumed that I'm shit at sewing and have no attention to detail, and kept sewing just because I really like thinking about the math of turning 3D body measurements to 2D patterns to 3D garments again.
Recently, I decided to try my hand at menswear for the first time to adapt to my body. A necessary move, since men's fashion distinctly doesn't cater to short dumpy pears with pornstar tits that no amount of binding hides. Lol. And it turns out, the problem never was my sewing skills because I've been perfectly happy - delighted even - to wear every single piece I've made so far, even the mockups. Hell, I even feel hot for the first time in... forever???.. even though my partner says I've got the aesthetics of an altar boy turned Tinder fuckboi, whatever that means.
It was never my sewing. It was the ~gender~.
LOL