Discard the Clothes That Never Fit You to Begin With
Dare to ask the question, who are you today.
As my body has changed, I have bought clothes that fit it. Most with the view that change was temporary. I created extra space in cupboards and under beds to house the layers I had to shed but wasn’t quite ready to admit no longer belonged to me.
Moving house, I came across them again, these relics of old versions of me. Different sizes, different styles, all with their own era, their own Adeola. Some belong to a mother of three rather than today’s mother of four, others belong to a woman happily adrift in a relationship rather than the single woman of the present moment. So many clothes and so many versions of ourselves.
It made me wonder, which of them are true today? Which of them have I moulded myself into? Which of the garments actually ever fit me, not just my body but the me underneath.
How often when we buy clothes are we buying into an image in our minds of the type of person would wear that look? The cloth we use to simply keep our bodies warm has become our main signifier of who we are, or perhaps who we want to be seen as. We communicate so much through this representation of ourselves and yet it can say so little of our true selves.
