While packing my suit case for my trip tonight, I realized that my wardrobe needs a serious update. Here I am, 21 years old, and still my closet holds certain items that should probably belong in the closet of a 13-year-old Catholic school girl. I’ve been so used to dressing so, how should I say…modest (?). I guess because I’ve seldom been confident with my figure, that I like to wear things that hide my flaws, and also what I liked in high school still reflects in what I wear today. But I seriously need to break out of that. I need to face my insecurities and give them a big old fuck you. I can’t be dressing up in outfits that would allure a pedophile. But this doesn’t mean that I would be dressing slutty. NO. It’s just a matter of making my closet parallel with my age, and not looking like a teen at 21.
I need to grow up, or at least my closet does.