Everyone should write a book about their lives and experiences. If not to leave to our kids (lol I know many don’t see themselves with future spawns), but to remind themselves how unique and amazing our lives are. So many things have occurred in each and every one of our lives, but the weird thing is that each of our lives are inevitably unique.
I ate a different breakfast than you did, woke up at a different time and am sitting in a different place.
I’m sitting in a park, alone, and drinking coffee. I don’t feel alone though because I have my thoughts, and am learning to love my individualized presence again. This has been a difficult task, not because I dislike spending time alone, but because putting time away for myself is hard. I could be sitting on TickTok giving all of my time to those creators who keep my short attention span thriving.
But the birds are chirping, the weather is absolutely beautiful, and I am wearing one of my favorite outfits, thriving in my opinion. I have started dressing up for myself which has mad me feel really good about myself and has brought to light a new respect and self love.
Do you ever stop and think about the outfit that you are wearing? Why are you really wearing it? Does it make you feel good, or bring back good memories?
That got me thinking… this stripped crop top sweater was picked out by my mom, this was the first time that she had actually picked out something that I fell in love with right away. I had to get it and I have worn it so many times since then. It is so soft and even with my high-waisted mom jeans, my belly pokes through a little bit. Who doesn’t like a little bit of belly showing? I know I didn’t about a year ago, but things have changed.
These aren’t just any jeans that I am wearing. I had gotten them while visiting England with a group of people that I worked with. It was the Fourth of July and we were celebrating in England…. how ironic! This was such a fun trip! It was my first time staying in a Hostel, I taught my friends how to use the London Underground, and had the best sushi ever!
The scrunchie in my hair is one of my favorites. It is hand crochetted by a lady in my home town. They’re made from a similar soft fabric like my sweater.
These shoes, where do I start? I hate the meaning behind these shoes.
They were a symbol of friendship, when I was traveling England we met and found out that we had the same sized feet. So, naturally we traded my white Asics for his white Adidas and stated that when we meet again we will trade back. This could be in one year or in five! But, a few weeks later everything changed. Something had happened that ruined our friendship forever and I hope that I never have to see him again and feel that vulnerable again.
Each individualized item of clothing does not define who we are, I still wear the shoes because they make me feel good about my outfits. My outfit makes me feel overall happy, it shows my origin, my strength, and my individuality. I am not afraid to show who I am and that no one can change that.
Who Knew? 