Flipping through my closet this weekend, picking out outfits for the coming week, I came across this one particular top that I absolutely cannot stand. It’s a hideous color of green and I don’t even like the way it is styled. I’m pretty sure I even let out an audible “Ugh!” when I flipped by it. So why is it in my closet?
Because it fits.
I have worked this particular piece into my wardrobe and worn it on many different occasions because it’s roomy and doesn’t pinch or cut anywhere, but I absolutely hate it. Whenever I put it on I instantly feel drab, but I still wear it.
Other justifications I use to keep it around are I would feel like I’m wasting money if I get rid of it when it is still presentable and I don’t want to limit my options.
My hatred of this shirt is more than it’s unattractive. It represents the fact that I settle for “good enough” on a lot of things in my life. I accept things that I don’t particularly care for because it’s free or I need a particular item and this will do, or it’s the cheapest option.
When I moved from Oklahoma to Texas in 2014, I sold practically everything I owned outside of beds and clothes. Because at some point I looked around my house and all I had were handouts and cheap crap.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I am really appreciative of the things that were lent to me or given to me so I would have them. At the time I was making very little money and needed the help.
But when I got ready to move, I was leaving for a much higher paying job and could afford to get things that I really enjoyed. So I had a huge yard sale and gave everything else away or donated it.
The first few months in Fort Worth, we lived without any kitchen or living room furniture. When I went shopping, if I didn’t really love it, we just continued without it until I found something I did. Slowly pieces were added that we really liked.
I felt I deserved to have exactly what I wanted. Working hard for what I have, I didn’t want to settle anymore. I wanted to be surrounded by things that I really enjoyed.
Apparently forgot about this somewhere along the way, because as I looked around the house after pondering this shirt for a while, I found other things I didn’t really like.
Time to cleanse! I went through everything; clothes, towels, kitchen ware, plates, cups, cosmetics, etc. What can be donated will be donated and the rest will be thrown away.
And I’m proud to say, that fricking ugly shirt did not make it to the donation pile. I may even set it on fire.
Wishing you the best of things in life, because you DESERVE them!