Fabulous girls are usually raised by fab parents who has an extensive collection of dresses, blouses, skirts, shoes, bags, name it. I am born into one of those lucky not so lucky families who hoard clothes and every other fashionable item at home, you know "just in case you need it, so just buy it", was our motto.
Some two years ago, I noticed that I had so much in my closet that it caused my room to be a big storage room of clothes with a bed in the middle. I didn't mind, because I entirely thought it was normal, my mom, my grandma was doing it so, it's got to be normal. That's what I thought until I met a person who only had a few shirts and a few jeans and maybe 2 pairs of shoes. He said, having so many clothes is such a waste. You spend so much time deciding what to wear and tends you to be late in appointments whereas if you only have a few, you won't choose from a mountain of clothes and just wash and wear! My goodness, in my mind I said that this guy is crazy! Does he not dress up according to the trend, weather or season? and mind you, I went to the shopping mall to buy clothes with my family almost every week or every month at least. But this person, went to buy clothes once a year! I could not imagine what kind of life he has. Everyone would think he was poor and don't have a life. Only a few months passed that I realized he was right! Never in my wildest dreams I would thought I'd agree to his principle. And so I had an idea, yeah maybe I'll give somma my clothes to others. My goodness! It was crucial! I couldn't give away anything because they all had "sentimental value". It took me an additional few months to get over the emotional attachment. And wow after some time I totally dropped the idea of the attatchment towards my clothing, shoes and bags and I've been giving to a local "home for girls" where girls with pending cases of all sorts live. It is a government owned compound where my grandma works in. She personally gives the clothes herself not only on christmas but everytime I clean my room, they'd have a session where they'd wait for their name to be called by my grandma to receive a humble gift from my closet. These girls have had low morale and hope because of their pending cases although there are people taking care of them in the compound, it is still a joy for them to receive some token of love from someone they don't really know much, which is I.
I wasn't able to see them in person just yet because I'm schooling but I'm planning on seeing them personally to hand out my new batch of clothes, bags and shoes ready to glamor worthy women like they are.Share Your Story On Any Topic