Clothes, are not just clothes. They hold memories. Good ones, bad ones, great ones, momentous ones.
A first kiss, a last kiss; a great night out with the girls, a New Years Eve to remember; the day that even a scathing laugh at your size could not kill the "I feel fabulous in this dress".
Every night I go through my wardrobe (ok, two wardrobes) and choose what dress I want to wear to work the next day. Tonight, I came across this dress.
This dress has wonderful memories for me. It is the first dress I ever wore (in my adult years when I had a choice) that was patterned. Had bright colours. Was feminine and floaty and beautiful.
Up until that point, my entire wardrobe was black. I remember choosing to wear it for a party, terrified that everyone was going to be looking at me, the wrong way. I took forever to get ready; changing accessories, changes cardigan; changing my hair,; changing my makeup.
I had decided to use the dress for a blog post, seen here, and you can see the joy on my face when I wore this dress. The wonderment that I was even wearing it. I went to the party and felt amazing. After the initial shock of seeing me in something that was not all black, my friends loved it.
That was just over three years ago now. Although years in time, it feels like decades. I wish it wish.
I have changed into a different person in that time. Someone who isn't afraid of wearing what I want. Someone who wears a dress every day, so different from the black pants, black top girl that was invisible. I am not invisible anymore, certainly not in the different pattern I wear every single day.
But is more than that, I no longer want to be invisible. I want to be seen. This is part of who I am. I would not have it any other way.
Don't wait, like I did until you are 33 to wear the clothes you want. To feel that you are allowed to. To feel confident. To say "to hell with what (some) others think".
Clothes are not just clothes. They are a physical manifestation of our personalities. You have one. Let it SHINE.