I have the tiniest closet you could possibly imagine, but I have a wardrobe that runneth over. So, it’s time to thin the beast out.
And as simple as that sounds, it’s a huge struggle for me because I’m sentimental about my clothing. Actually, I’m sentimental about everything which is why I’m a pack rat. I have a hard time saying goodbye.
Even more so when it comes to clothing. Admitting that I will never be a size 8 again is a painful thought. My body is a size 10. And no matter how much I try to convince it otherwise, that’s the reality.
The “it will fit someday” section of my closet has to go. Not just because I’ve resigned myself to being a size 10, but because so much of the clothing represents a part of me that no longer exists.
Take the skirt up above. I couldn’t find the matching whip, but I’m sure it’s somewhere. Probably right next to my black leather thigh high boots that lace up the back.
What the hell was I thinking? It barely covers my lady parts. And for the life of me, I can’t imagine where I would’ve worn it.
Being a dominatrix wasn’t my only aspiration, apparently. Clearly I wanted to be in a lounge act in Vegas.
Looking at the neckline of these dresses, my breasts must have been much more cooperative in those days. I wish I had taken some pictures so I could remember.
And the atrocities go on and on. As I fill up my Goodwill bags, I’m learning so much about myself. Clothing speaks volumes to who we are, who we were and who we are becoming.
Each article of clothing I pull out elicits a different response. Some things make me laugh, while others make me roll my eyes and say good grief what was I thinking?
Other pieces make me wistful for days gone by. If nothing else, nostalgia for tiny waistlines and perky boobs.
Boy do I miss those.
I did find one piece in the back of my closet that’s a gem. The suede duster you see above is 12 years old. A timeless piece that never goes out of fashion.
And even though I’m getting rid of everything that’s in the “it will fit again someday” section of my closet, I’m keeping this one piece.
Because every closet should have one piece of weight loss inspiration, and this one is mine.
How about you? Do you hold onto clothing for sentimental reasons? Do you have a section of “it will fit again someday” in your closet? Are you ready to chuck it yet?