Today I spent all morning drooling over clothes online, that I no doubt can't afford. Then I went upstairs to get dressed and proceeded to curse my wardrobe as I do on a regular basis. It seems that despite buying new clothes carefully and with great intention, I still wind up looking through every article of clothing that I own only to declare that not a single item is "quite me". When one or both of the above things happen, especially together in the same day, I become incapable of feeling content in anything I put on...
But not today. Today, even after my discouraging start, I threw together an outfit out of several less than exciting pieces and wound up feeling quite at home in them. Quite myself after all.
...something tells me that it wasn't so much about the clothes themselves. Something tells me it's my skin that I am growing more comfortable in. My ability to maintain my "essence" with or without proper outward adornments to aid in my me-ness. I think I really am finally coming in to my own. Years in the making...
About time!
I am experiencing this myself. Currently I have 3 trash bags full of clothes to donate because they arent me. My goal is to have a full woredrope of clothes that scream me. Its an ongoing thing. We should go thrift store shopping sometime.
ReplyDeleteI am experiencing this myself. Currently I have 3 trash bags full of clothes to donate because they arent me. My goal is to have a full woredrope of clothes that scream me. Its an ongoing thing. We should go thrift store shopping sometime.
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