I am restless today. So, a bit of rambling will do.

I’ve had to go through some clothes of mine. Got one heck of a wardrobe, I know. There’s no denying I’ve accumulated quite a bit over the years (emotional shopping can happen to us all…). Drawn to color, pattern and texture. From what I understand, the more unusual combinations likely don’t come off as sophisticated. I’ve accepted that. I still like them.

However, I have to come to terms with fact when I’ve simply come to outgrow something physically. I will suppose that generally females get a reputation for not necessarily being accepting of the reality of their size (at times).

I guess where I’m going with this is that it seems my body is changing and I might have to let go of some things, regardless of what I like. Is that part of growing up? Guess it had to happen.