I had a spring cleaning in my closet today. I hate it.
There are a lot of material memories of you happy, fat, slim, married, pregnant, divorced, in love, dumped, broken. Tones of invisible energy is in my wardrobe. I don’t have any clothes from my pregnancy or marriage – it was too long ago, but I want it to have more room and less memories.
Four times a year I do seasonal cleaning and every time I face the same question:
if confidence is the only thing that makes woman look at her best, why do I have so many useless clothes?