the save pile

I went through my entire wardrobe today and did something I’ve only ever done piecemeal. I got rid of every item of clothing that I own that doesn’t fit my body in its current state.

For years I have held on to so much clothes with the premise that they would fit me “someday” when I lost enough weight. I spent most of my life being cruel to myself and harbouring guilt for not looking a certain way, and thinking that I’d be a better and more valued person if I was smaller.

I brought four large reusable bags full of clothes to the local women’s shelter, and afterwards I sat in my car and cried. I had to let go of that vision that I had of myself.

Only ever in truth,

M.