Having sold the contents of my wardrobe, I am left with a pair of Hunter wellingtons & a beaten up pair of DMs. I don't even own a pair of sandals, let alone a pair of heels. My black skinny jeans have faded to ash & holes have formed in unfortunate places & all of my T-shirts & sweaters are equally falling apart. 'It doesn't matter' I tell myself, but y'know, it kinda does.
Getting down to the bare essentials, stripping right back, exploring the world, understanding more about yourself, it's all great, but honestly, in the past eight months, as much as I've gained, I equally feel as though I've lost. Yes, maybe having great hair isn't important in the grand scheme of things, but being able to look in the mirror & like what you see, somewhat is. If not just for your self esteem!
I want to be the best version of myself, I have a dream & in that dream, I don't look like the vagabond I currently see in the mirror. I think, there comes a time when, you have to start taking baby steps towards making your dreams a reality. There's no point visualising a skinnier, healthier, more stylish you, if you never do anything in reality to achieve this. Seeing your dreams formulate into reality is all part & parcel of forming them in the first place.
In eight months, I've learnt to accept myself as I am, know what I want & who I want to be. I've learnt a lot & even more so, I've learnt that if something makes you unhappy, you should do something about it. I don't want to spend my time feeling miserable because of my appearance, so I think it's finally time I bought a new pair of jeans.