For years I've shopped in thrift shops and cheap clothing stores as a hobby, an emotional outlet, and occasionally because I needed clothes. Once a year it seems, I have an intense, lunar related cleansing during which I chastise myself for terrible, wasteful, consumerism and poor fashion choices. I build mountainous piles for salvation army, friends and trash. I vow to myself to simplify my life and closet. To have at least a half inch of room between the hangers in my closet. To purchase only quality items that flatter me. To not fall victim to trends that are unbecoming. To embrace the feeling of peace that comes with having just a few good options as opposed to hundreds of misses.I would like to publicly acknowledge some of my historic wrong doings in hopes that I will stop.
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Hot pink mesh "mini" poncho (approx. year, 2004)2. Purple Suede chunky 4 inch heel mid calf boots (approx. yr. 2000)
3. Various "club wear" shirts where cleavage was not left to the imagination, said shirts worn to office jobs.
4. Lots of lateral stripes
5. Rayon blend Pallazo pants, with small hole in crotch, discovered after sometime of stretching leg wildly against wall in African American Lit. class, worn after discovery (approx. yr. 2000)
6. Cheap bras bought for cuteness that make a total of 6 breasts and stab me in the underarm. (Present)
7. Gauzy, synthetic blouses with obnoxious floral patterns that could only be found on 16 year old girls sneaking into a
club, professional ladies of the evening and myself.8. Pants that do not fit... anywhere... on my body
9. Gauchos (they will never be ok on me, no matter how many times I buy them)
10. Faux fur, sweater jacket that succeeded in scaring off small bears and
wildlife but failed to convey sophistication, that is, outside of prison walls.
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