Not caring is fun too

Not caring is fun too

I really love clothes. I love looking at them, feeling them, wearing them, and thinking about them. Certain pieces have the ability to spark excitement in me, even if I’m not the person wearing them. Clothes have been a major part of my life so far, and even been factors in some of the major decisions I have made.

It seems recently though, that my love affair with clothing and style as a whole, has dropped-off significantly. Over the last few months I’ve found myself becoming increasingly un-inspired by my wardrobe. This could be because I haven’t bought anything new lately, but to be honest I don’t really want to. The concept of putting money towards something that I will eventually become bored with is very strange to me right now. It feels like I’ve reached a point where, for the most part, I’ve stopped caring about the clothes I wear. 

My favourite items in my closet used to be my most cute and attractive pieces. The ones that looked equally as good on me as they did on the hanger. But now I tend to favour the clothes that offer the most comfort and make me feel like I’m still in my pyjamas, buried underneath a thick layer of blankets. I may even go as far to say that I’ve become “basic” in my dressing, since my outfits the last few weeks have been heavy on the leggings and sweatshirts, but I am completely fine with that.

This could be a good thing for me right now. An opportunity to disconnect my self-worth from the cloth that covers my body, replacing it with something more impactful like my career and the value that I can add to the world. 

Who knows though, maybe I’m just in a rut with not a lot of motivation to put effort into my looks. I doubt that I’ll stay in this mindset forever. it’s probably a phase that, like my clothes, I’ll grow out of.

Secrets from the saved folder

Secrets from the saved folder

I’m just feeding my ego

I’m just feeding my ego