We all have those items of clothing. The item itself – beautiful and loved by you but the memories attached means it stays in your wardrobe untouched. Its a shame really. Why do we let one moment in time stop us from looking and feeling our best.
This wasnt something I intended of doing. I was not ready to face my past.. but the dress I had planned to wear, along with the spare dress, was nowhere to be found. Its a common occurrence in our apartment – clothes we know we packed are impossible to find. I like to blame Albert the ghost but it could also be my imcompant tidying skills.
I wanted to look good and with none of my other clothes meeting the nightwear criteria I was left with no option. To wear the dress with bad memories that I for some reason always pack. Its a beautiful dress – don’t get me wrong.
It’s from Primark a year or so ago and while not being my usual choice of style I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. It was sparkly. The colours and the pattern reminded me of some distant daydream of clothing during the Prohibition era. Whether that is historically correct or not, I cannot say. But that is what the dress reminded me of.
I’ve gained weight since I last wore this dress. I’m in a happy relationship and actually feel good about myself. It’s a really nice change and I finally feel content with who I am and how I look. A good thing because Albert the ghost also decided to hide my shapewear and push up bra. Things I would never have worn this dress without. I always felt like the dress deserved better than what my body had to offer.
“but hannah, dresses don’t have thoughts – they aren’t living things”
shhhhh. Dont argue with han logic.
I put the dress on with a normal strapless bra and no shapewear and I felt very self conscious for all of about 30 seconds.. Looking in the mirror I didnt look bad. The dress, while not my usual style and it highlighting all the things i’m self concious about .. was beautiful. As was I.
Tom and I went on to have a really good night. Lots of networking and socialising and not once was I worried about how I looked. It was kind of freeing if im honest. Oh, and the bad memories I associated with the dress? Completely replaced with the memories of what was probably my favourite night out .. ever.
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