I would get crazy anxiety walking into my closet. More than half of what I owned was some semblance of a size I used to be or wanted to be but not the size I WAS. Clothes were out of season and hanging up or strewn about all over. Don’t even get me starting on finding a matching pair of shoes. Getting dressed always resulted in some sort of body shaming self-esteem crisis or complaints about how my closet was bursting at the seams but I had nothing to wear. I could go in to put on pants and come out 20 minutes later literally ugly crying. Not a pretty sight!
Those feelings only got worse after having a baby and dealing with my ever changing post-baby bod. While I’m almost back to pre-baby weight, things shifted and clothes just don’t fit the same. I decided enough was enough after reading this fabulous blog post.
David was out of town so I had lots of time to work on this probject. After getting Caitlin to bed I grabbed a bottle of wine and got to work. I emptied the ENTIRE closet. I tried on EVERYTHING. I stayed up WAY TOO LATE. It was worth it. I boxed up out of season clothes and made a donate pile of eveything that didn’t fit me now and that I wouldn’t feel good leaving the house in at that very moment. I’m so guilty of keeping things “just in case” but the desire to clean the clutter overpowered my thoughts of “I might be able to wear this if…” I ended up getting rid of about three quarters of what I owned!