Cleaning out my wardrobe is so therapeutic. It Signifies a reinvention of self. The start of something new. Embracing change and discarding the past. Past hurts and ego slights be gone. New outfits, new memories. So many of my wardrobe pieces tell a story. Some sad, some happy, some I wish I could remember. One of those "morning after the night before" moments. I'll miss them as I'll miss you. But just like you they no longer serve a purpose for me. They are torn, some faded, some broken, some just no longer in season. And some were just fads, a phase and moment in time when we thought they were the most important piece to have, because everyone was doing it. As we look back at how ridiculous they really were, and what a terrible mistake it was, we wish we could return it. Forget about it, shove it in the bottom of our closet of memories. When it's time to fill our closets with all things beautiful we will head to the nearest Barney's, Bloomingdales, or Holts, and search. We will pick ourselves up and re-build. Rebuild our wardrobes and re-build our hearts. Reinvent ourselves, into the ever changing, ever growing woman we are becoming.
And when you see us on the street you'll think to yourself: How did I let myself lose someone so beautiful, so strong, and so sure of herself.
The answer: You never had her in the first place.
"Pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together."
- Elizabeth Taylor
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