One of the first things I realized after I started thinking about who I really am is that most of the clothes in my closet are there simply because they were big enough, or inexpensive enough, or because they would work. Not because I loved them, or had chosen them for any special reason. A lot of them weren’t even colors I liked. It seemed like no matter what I was wearing, I felt frumpy and shapeless. I hated getting dressed, and spent an unhealthy amount of time in my closet with tears in my eyes.
I finally decided one morning that I was going to take out everything that I really didn’t like, that I hadn’t worn in a while (or in some cases, ever), that I kept around in the hopes that I would feel comfortable wearing it someday. I will admit that I did keep a couple of things, a dress I’ve never worn and a few shirts that are too small, but I love them. A woman needs some motivation, after all.
I grouped all the clothes by sizes, took pictures, and listed them for sale. I’ve managed to sell a few things, but a lot of it is still sitting out in my garage, taking up space. I can say those clothes never make their way back into my closet. With all of them out of the way, there is a lot of room for clothes that I love. No more crying in the closet for me!