The clothes that were buried in my wardrobe no longer fitted (no great surprise!) but I had kept them because they represented a younger, slimmer, more stylish me. These clothes were an expression of the person I once was and had been worn with confidence. I realised that I had attached value to items that I now no longer looked at or was able to wear. This was madness!
It was a good feeling getting rid of these clothes once and for all, and the world didn’t end because of it. It was actually very liberating. The experience has made me confront the fact that I am now a different size and shape, an older (and hopefully wiser) woman in a different chapter of her life. I have different needs and responsibilities and my clothes should reflect this. It doesn’t mean that I won’t be trying to shift a few pounds. But it does mean that I need to dress the person I am now, not the person I was twenty years ago.
All in all I am looking forward to getting excited about clothes shopping again.
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