One evening I had to dig deep into the
depth of my closet after being asked to provide a few alternatives for a photo shoot (um, yes!)
we were putting together for work. Many of these gorgeous pieces I have accumulated from
my travels and over the years however they never truly see the light of day (please don't judge me!) – out of pure self criticism or
never quite the right occasion.
But as I started to pull these pieces, I
had a moment – an enlightening one. The realization at what a completely
different person I was when each of these pieces came into my life. How these
items were not just a piece of clothing,
but a personification as to the person I was at that time and this representation scared me a little. In the past, I felt I was nothing
without those pieces. Perhaps it was the location I was in at the time . . . that
what I wore presented a social status. But more than anything within in the ah-ha moment, I loved the fact that I am no longer that person.
Even with the memories and sentimental
value they present, the clothes truly are no longer me.
I will continue to enjoy their beauty and
creation (and I cannot bear to rid them due to their prettiness and all) but I refuse to allow them, or others, to make a judge of my character
merely but what I am wearing.
Here's to becoming so much more.
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