Yesterday I finished unpacking all my clothes. I have a bit of a problem because I have about half the cupboard space that I used to in the old place. And I have a lot of clothes that I only wear when I'm in a certain mood, or I'm waiting to feel more confident again. I also have a few pieces that I'm not sure if I like anymore, but I paid a lot of money for them so I don't want to just give them away. And of course a lot that I bought when I was smaller and don't fit me at the moment. In particular there was a large bag of clothes in my suitcase that I'd packed away about 3 years ago and hadn't looked at since. I wasn't looking forward to going through them: I just felt that it would be emotionally hard. But I was feeling good, so I put on some funky music and got to work. I didn't even stop to think. There were a couple that I put in the donation bag straight away, but the rest I really like and I'm looking forward to wearing again. I put them back in the suitcase. I thought this exercise would really depress me, but I found it gave me motivation. A lot of people would probably think that's the wrong thing to do, but to me, letting go of them would mean I was giving up. It would be a declaration that I'm never going to be small enough to fit into them and that would be death to any motivation I have. Next time I open the suitcase, I'm going to take those clothes out and wear them!
Clothes! I love them and I hate them!