Like I mentioned in Reality Check, Mah Ninja, I’m going through a period of identity transformation.
I’ve never been good at fashion. My whole life was sweats and tees to hide the ol’ jelly belly. Then I lost weight. From there, if I could get it around the middle, would wear it.
So my closet was a smorgasbord of “why do you still own this?!” type of clothing that once defined my life.
But I’m a new creature in Christ and need to clothe myself accordingly.
Which is why I’m getting rid of anything lifestyle inappropriate or too small. Unfortunately, most items I’ve gone through are both. 😦
Don’t worry, though! My ego is fine. It might have bothered me that I can’t fit into some of the clothes- ‘cept by the time I squeeze into the piece and fight to rip it off, I’ve burned like 500 calories. #getatmefitbit
Since modesty is my favorite adornment, when deciding what I will keep and what I will donate, I think about 1 Timothy 2:9.
To paraphrase: If ye can see thy crack, put it on the donate rack.
No more room for club clothing. Buh-bye strapless sin suits! But in the spirit of charity, I’ll be donating my unwanted clothes to Goodwill.
You know… in the event there’s a hooker in the market for casual wear.