A few weeks ago I had a really shitty day. Nothing bad happened, save for that I left the house in a little bit of a rush. The next day, nothing really happened and I had a great day. It was that evening, walking home from work, that I realised why. On the first day I was wearing an outfit I wasn’t totally comfortable in. The trousers weren’t the most flattering fit and the top was a little too loose yet the fabric would cling to my chubby bits when I sat down. In contrast, on the second day, I wore my favourite trousers with a shirt tucked in and buttoned up, with my hair up in a bun and big dangly earrings. I looked great and more to the point, I felt great.
|“The sun is in my eyes but maybe it will look cool”|
|“Oh shit there are people coming”|
Simply wearing an outfit I wasn’t 100% confident in affected my mood for the entire day, which seems kind of ridiculous. It’s just clothes after all. Yet it really did have a big impact on my mental state for the day. I spent the whole first day self-conscious and moody, while the second day I was upbeat and cheerful. While this could have been a coincidence, I’ve since noted this as a trend in general.
I was reminded of this after Rhianna tweeted about experiencing the same thing, and it got me thinking about the clothes that make me feel good and the clothes that don’t. If I feel rubbish in them, why am I keeping them? What’s the point in cluttering up my wardrobe with clothes that make me miserable? There’s going to be a very thorough clear out of my wardrobe this weekend, and I’m planning to be more ruthless than I have been in years. Off the top of my head though, these are the things that can definitely go to the charity shop or in a bin bag:
- The green top with flared sleeves that’s a gorgeous colour but makes me feel shapeless and fat
- The pinafore I’ve never worn because it’s too small
- The cream jumper that looks shapeless when untucked but is too bulky to tuck
- The bra that I know is objectively cute but I’m self-conscious in because I feel like it makes my boobs too pointy
This is just the tip of the iceberg and the things I can think of without even looking at my wardrobe. I dread to think how many pairs of shoes I’ll be getting rid of with this mindset. The only problem is, I can’t afford to replace everything I want to chuck with stuff I actually like, so I either wash clothes every other day for several months, or I bin stuff gradually over several months, accepting that some days I’m going to be wearing things I don’t actually like. Ah well, you win some, you lose some. I’ll at least endeavour to bin the things I literally never wear, like the items in the list above.
|“Get a close up of the tassels!” *jiggles*|
The photographs featured here (all taken by my wonderful boyfriend) are the first ever “proper” outfit photos I’ve done. They weren’t planned, meaning I have a bobble round my wrist and my makeup is pretty shit, but I felt cute in this outfit. I could sit and pull apart all the things in these photos that I don’t like about myself, but I prefer to look at them and remember how happy I was that day and how good I felt in that outfit. After all, that’s all that really matters.
|“Damn it, I blinked AGAIN”|