Yes I realize that is not actually how you spell the word but for my case it works. Because I am not talking about lying before a judge. I’m talking about the massive purgery that took place in my closet last night. AKA bags of stuff were removed and given away. Yesterday T wrote an awesome post about getting rid of what you don’t really need and simplifying life (HERE). I have been meaning to do a major closet clean out for a while but T’s post was perfectly timed kick in the butt. My dad is on the board for a charity foundation, the Carson Scholars (a scholarship program set up by Dr. Ben Carson) and next week they are having a big Women’s clothing and accessory sale to benefit the foundation. They were looking for gently used clothes, shoes, and accessories. So the stars were all aligned telling me to just go for it and challenge the closet.
Last night I went for it. I didn’t really set myself a limit to how much I would save or giveaway. I basically went into it with a mindset of “have I worn it in the last year”, “do I have multiple items just like this”, and of course “does it fit?”. While my mom is a total purger when it comes to excess stuff, I tend to be a bit of sentimental keeper. I attach memories to things (not always positive but I’ll get to that later) and find it hard to get rid of things. I’m not a hoarder really, more just find it hard to throw some things away. So I had to keep these rules in mind.
So I ventured into the closet. Oh goodness. In the end I got rid of a large garbage bag and large box of clothing and an entire garbage bag of shoes. Once something went in the bag I didn’t think twice about it. But honestly there was stuff that I haven’t worn in years and going through it brought back a lot of not so great memories but also a sense of empowerment. I still had a lot of clothes in size 0′s and 2′s that I used to fit in when I had alot of unhealthy behavior and a terrible body image. They were those goal clothes that I used to torture myself to fit into and when I couldn’t I hated life basically. Well let’s just say I’m not a size 0 or 2 anymore. And happy about that. I am far healthier and HAPPIER than I was back than. And although I weigh a decent amount more, I am in far better shape.
Getting rid of those clothes felt so good! And I saved a decent amount of abandoned sweatshirts and pants and now have a nice supply of race throwaways! I have yet to venture into the purgery of the drawers (I keep most my clothes on hangers just because I find it easier to find stuff) but I’ll save that for this weekend. But my closet now consists of clothes that fit, that I wear regularly, and that make me overall feel good about myself. Thanks T for the kick in the butt!
And the best part? I now have these totally kick ass pair of boots (thanks Mama!) that I have barely taken off (except when running of course).
Oh and by the way I am in no way saying people who wear those smaller sizes are unhealthy! But at 5’11 and a build like mine…it was. Very much so. Even size 4 is way too tiny for my body type. I was basing the sizing strictly on myself and truly believe every body is beautiful and unique in its own way and what is healthy and right for me might be way bigger or smaller than what is healthy and right for you. Love who you are! Love your health! Love your body for what is can do, not what size it is!









































