The treasure I found in something I thought was trash.
Yesterday I went to an open closet event with my sister. There were free clothes, suits, accessories, etc.
This event was for anyone who needed new business attire but didn’t have the finances to afford it.
Let me just admit this now…I’m boujee. Meaning I only buy expensive clothes and I never get old hand me downs.
That’s why I was so reluctant to go to this event. My sister literally had to beg me to go.
But when I went to this event…they actually had some damn good clothes.
Now here’s the real kicker, I’m not buying expensive clothes anymore.
Why am I so opposed to hand-me-downs?
Well the reason why I always HATED hand-me-downs with a passion is because it makes me feel “poor” and it isn’t good quality.
I hate to say that but it’s the truth.
Ever since I was a little girl, my grandma would buy me hand-me-downs from Goodwill without telling me. Sometimes I’d have to wear my sister’s old clothes that didn’t fit her anymore.
And when I found out some of my clothes were used by someone else, my stomach turned and I automatically stopped wearing them.
I came from a low-income household with a single mom so part of the reason why I hated used clothes is because I didn’t want that “poor” stereotype placed upon me.
Sometimes I used to get bullied for the clothes I wore because I kept putting on solid colors with no designs and an old jacket with sweatpants.
After this bullying got to me, I had to step up my clothing game and that’s when my mom started to hate me.
I kept begging her everyday to buy me a specific outfit that would go with other stuff I had in my closet. She finally caved in and brought me some Adidas and Ivy Park when she got a higher paying job.
Now I’m one of the best dressed.
I finally got a job when I turned 17 so I could stop begging my mom and start buying my own clothes.
