Why I Got Rid of All (most) of My Clothes

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One evening, as I was preparing to attend a networking event, I faintly asked myself, “What the hell am I going to wear?” I began to creep through my closet like a predator on the prowl for its prey. With all of the items I possessed, I only came up with three options and two of those options no longer fit (imagine stressed emoji here). Nevertheless, I got all dolled up and had a great time at the event.

Upon returning home, I took another good look at my closet. Truthfully, I had not done so in a while. Then it came to me like an epiphany: I didn’t like my clothes. The irony of this statement hit me like a ton of bricks being that I write for a style blog. The deeper meaning behind “I didn’t like my clothes” was simply that my personal style had changed. The items I owned no longer represented how I viewed myself.

Midway 2016, I experienced a HUGE shift in my personal growth. I had a big-ass revelation that I had been selling myself short and that I was too talented for my current situation. I made some major changes, took some huge risks and got a tattoo.  I took a leap of faith and set out to accomplish some lifelong goals and dreams. This journey is still fresh for me. I’ve realized that in just a few months, a person can change a great deal.

As I changed, my style changed. My previous look represented someone who acquiesced to the social standards of my environment. I realized that I suppressed my inner creative rebel. I dressed to impress others and according to the code. This code was killing my natural coolness. I allowed my environment to suppress my authenticity.  Having a new found appreciation for my uniqueness, I needed to express that through my sense of style. My brand had changed and I had to do something about it. Style is a way of communicating who you are without saying a word. Tell the truth about yourself.  It was time for me to rediscover my truth. It started with getting rid of old things that did not represent the new me.

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One Saturday, I got all the way up and attacked my closet like it had talked about my momma. Clothes were flying everywhere. It was a battle. It was mayhem. I was victorious. Someone could have handed me a championship belt and I would have strutted around asking people if they could smell what I was cooking. Upon completion of my victory dance, I gathered up my clothes and donated them to a local charity. It was important to me to use my purging to be a blessing to someone else. Giving is a rewarding experience.

I had given away about 80% of my closet. Anxiety consumed me initially, but then I saw this as an opportunity to rebuild my wardrobe with the attitude that less is more. I am making a decision to exercise quality over quantity and I could not be happier.

Robyn Alright
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