My closet is in recovery. My wardrobe? In repair. Monthly I seek a bohemian blouse or pair of pocket-trousers to build it back up. For so many beautiful mom-giving years, I’ve given up fashion for little futures—jars of pain, beautiful books, and every day adventures. And in the meantime, my wardrobe died away.
What I want to wear is a black blazer I love, a pair of jeans that fit just right and have absolutely no muffin top or skinny about them. I want to wear a flowy floral dress with a v-neck that draws my husband’s attention to my neckline and makes me feel wrapped in the beauty with which God endowed me.
Oh, love is this constant sacrifice of giving up what we love for those we hold dear. But sometimes a woman needs to open wide her closet doors, pull those frumpy blouses off the hangers, and remember she’s worth an outfit that makes her look like herself—the one she’s finding.
This post is Day 3 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.