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While laying down my outfit for the following day, I stopped for almost an entire minute just staring at my closet from the other end of my room. Why did I stop you ask? Oh you didn’t ask? Well I’ll tell you anyway. It’s because I got an eery feeling that my closet, all the clothes in it, and all the clothes that had been in it at some point, were a frighteningly good metaphor for my life.
In middle school I would content myself with simple fabrics: cotton, polyester, etc.
As I grew older and wiser, so did my wardrobe. I began dressing more sophisticated fabrics: silk, cashmere, etc.
But…There are always those articles of clothing that you get from a store like H&M that uses appalling material with a decent cut and trendy designs at an almost unbelievable price to sell out by the boat loads…we all have them. I myself see my mustard colored cardigan hanging there everyday and consider throwing it out, but in a way it has molded itself to become an appropriate part of my wardrobe. No, I don’t wear it, but it seems to have its cozy place between the denim jacket and the blue shawl sweater and i’d be lying if I said it wouldn’t pain me a little to get rid of it. because the truth is, that no matter how much we would like to change ourselves and get rid of that ugly , shitty quality, mustard cardigan in our personalities, it’s sometimes hard to. It’s hard to do away with something that we’ve grown accustom to seeing everyday, whether we like it or not.
So there it shall hang, until time and the moths that run rampid during the spring eat away at every little fiber.
