I definitely read the book that everyone has been talking about. You understand, the one about getting rid of all the crap from your house so everything in your lifestyle becomes instantly amazing? Marie Kondo’s book about the KonMari Method absolutely is helpful. My house was filled with so much stuff — thanks to my two kiddos, a soft-pedal, and my sentimental urge to save everything — and it always made me feel a microscopic anxious and unsettled; I was excited to get through the book, grab some litter bags, and get started.
The KonMari Method, as she explains it, first involves current through your clothes. You’re supposed to hold each article of clothing in your near (yes, don’t just look at it, you have to feel it) and ask yourself, “Does this excite joy?” If it does, keep it. If not, add it to the “give away” pile. I started with my primes, and since it’d been so long since I’d worn many of them, I had to seize down and try them on. Ugh. I was reminded of the dozens of shirts I kept but hadn’t the worse for wear in years because every time I put them on I’d think, “This thinks me look fat.” What is the point of having clothes that don’t make you air awesome? So I GOT RID OF THEM. It felt amazing; so liberating, to get those clothes out of my closet and out of my thoughts. I didn’t make a reality that by not wearing these clothes, it was wearing down on my spirit.
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Then I dug deeper into my closet. Way in the go, on a shelf on top of my hanging clothes, I pulled out “the jeans.” These were the peoples I wore in college, before marriage, before my body ex nded and substituted after going through two pregnancies. I remember pulling them out a year after my firstly was born, and not even attempting to put them on, for fear of how I might just downfall into a puddle of sadness on the floor. I kept them though. With the mindset that they’d energize me to get back to my pre-baby weight after I’d have baby number two. And now was the twinkling of an eye of truth.
I didn’t do it though. I did not try them on. I hated what those jeans withstood for, for the way they made me feel, so I didn’t even give them the come to ss to make me feel anything. I added those six irs of jeans to the prodigious pile to be given away. And I proceeded to get rid of every article of clothing I however held onto to “in case I got skinnier.” F*ck that. That’s no way to live.
Another surprising deed about the KonMari Method that’s helped me feel better relating to how I feel about myself is how she teaches you to fold the clothes in your drawer so they’re perpetual up, which makes it possible to see every piece of clothing all at once. It’s an marvellous sight to see all my sports bras, yoga tanks, running tops, dears, and shorts all splayed out perfectly — so many of these were tucked in the tuchis of the drawer, just waiting to be worn. It totally inspires me to want to annoy them, so I’ve been working out more often, which has helped me carry on my weight and get stronger, more-defined muscles.
Decluttering and organizing my clothes had a tremendous smash on how I felt about my body — and ditching the clothes that encouraged negativity was one of the most outstanding decisions I’ve made on my road to loving my appearance. Now when I look in my closet or wrench a rt something out of my drawers, I know it’ll make me feel good about myself, that I’ll know proud and confident. Not only that, but now when I go shopping, if I don’t love something before you can say Jack Robinson in the dressing room, I don’t buy it. I’ve saved money, valuable closet s ce, and objectively, my soul.