Nadia, I am so glad this landed while you were in it. The closet clean-out emotions are REAL. Just remember: keeping or releasing, both get to be okay. No guilt either way ♥️
“they were witnesses” is such a beautiful way to describe clothes we survived ourselves in.
i think people underestimate how much identity lives inside fabric. sometimes you’re not holding onto the item — you’re holding onto the version of yourself who needed it.
but growth is allowed to change the wardrobe too.
and honestly, the softest kind of confidence is being able to let something go without turning it into guilt or punishment.
exactly. people dismiss it as “just clothes” because admitting it carries identity would mean admitting softness has power too. and honestly… learning to let go without making yourself the villain is one of the hardest kinds of healing.
This piece reminds me that I'm a hoarder. I'm proud of it. I love my clothes and all the wonderment that they make me feel when I wear them. There are some pieces I wish I never got rid of. I come from humble beginnings, consequently I fixate on the items of clothing I always wanted. I have impeccable style and wish I could keep it all but that's not guilt or regret. It's just a matter of space. I'm not a minimalist and I'm very proud. I'm a little better about throwing things away. I find when my things are natural fibers that's where I draw the line.
I love this so much! You are not a hoarder, you have a relationship with your clothes that honours what they mean to you. That is the opposite of what the decluttering industry wants you to believe!!
And natural fibers as your line? That is such a clear boundary. You know what matters to you and you are keeping what holds value. That is not hoarding, that is curation ♥️
Seeing this as I’m cleaning out my closet and this really brought out some emotions ♥️
Nadia, I am so glad this landed while you were in it. The closet clean-out emotions are REAL. Just remember: keeping or releasing, both get to be okay. No guilt either way ♥️
this made me weirdly emotional.
“they were witnesses” is such a beautiful way to describe clothes we survived ourselves in.
i think people underestimate how much identity lives inside fabric. sometimes you’re not holding onto the item — you’re holding onto the version of yourself who needed it.
but growth is allowed to change the wardrobe too.
and honestly, the softest kind of confidence is being able to let something go without turning it into guilt or punishment.
Noa, YES! Fabric holds identity in ways people do not want to admit because then they would have to stop calling it shallow.
And you are so right, the softest kind of confidence is letting go without guilt or punishment. That is the work ♥️
exactly. people dismiss it as “just clothes” because admitting it carries identity would mean admitting softness has power too. and honestly… learning to let go without making yourself the villain is one of the hardest kinds of healing.
This piece reminds me that I'm a hoarder. I'm proud of it. I love my clothes and all the wonderment that they make me feel when I wear them. There are some pieces I wish I never got rid of. I come from humble beginnings, consequently I fixate on the items of clothing I always wanted. I have impeccable style and wish I could keep it all but that's not guilt or regret. It's just a matter of space. I'm not a minimalist and I'm very proud. I'm a little better about throwing things away. I find when my things are natural fibers that's where I draw the line.
I love this so much! You are not a hoarder, you have a relationship with your clothes that honours what they mean to you. That is the opposite of what the decluttering industry wants you to believe!!
And natural fibers as your line? That is such a clear boundary. You know what matters to you and you are keeping what holds value. That is not hoarding, that is curation ♥️
Loved this Jennifer 🤍
Thank you Claire!