The first time I got rid of old clothes, it was pretty awesome. They were baggy clothes to being with because that's what I am comfortable in, but when I got rid of them, I just couldn't keep wearing them, it looked ridiculous. So last night, I went through clothes that were a little more difficult to part with. T-shirts mostly, that I have had for years. Old standards. Not too tight, not too baggy.
What I am learning lately, is that, I don't have a choice to go back to the old Liz. Lately, I find myself making decision to safely keep me on the right path. This latest clothes dump is a big one for me. I won't ever go back to that size, and more importantly, I won't ever go back to what that girl believed about herself. Now that these shirts are gone, so are my options to give up.
It's crazy how what we wear is such a reflection of how we feel. In every way. I will miss those old t-shirts, but they are just things. They aren't the memories themselves. Now I know how people get on that show Hoarders.
I gotta go find some more stuff to get rid of.
-Liz
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| Our first trip to Jamaica, in March of 2010. This shirt is in the stack to go. |
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| The Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving Day of last year. Bye Bye, Kimley-Horn KISS tee. |
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| Jamaica, December 2011. |
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| Our spring break Washington, DC trip in March of last year. |
