cultivate my own sense of style

I’ve been putting off going through my old clothes for forever. But I did it. I went through every single piece of clothing I own and put them into 3 stacks. I kept a few of my absolute favorite things even though they don’t fit right now, as motivation to lose weight and I ended up donating 3 45-gallon bags full of old clothes. My closet is practically empty and I’m pretty proud of myself.

I’ve allowed highschool to beat me down in many ways. I’ve let dumb people make me feel like they can say whatever the want to me. It’s scared me out of wearing the clothes I like. For the past 4 years I’ve been in a self-imposed uniform of loose-fitting jeans, t-shirts, sweatshirt, and Vans. Don’t get me wrong, I love all of these things. But it’d be nice to not feel fat in clothes that fit. And I can’t ignore the fact that they aren’t all of me. I like more. I am more.