"Your clothes don't define you." This is something that has taken some time to learn, and being a fashion major does not make this statement any easier. Last semester, I would base my outfits on how others would see me. "Does it look like I bought this from Nordstrom?" "Will I have the cutest outfit out of the whole class?" "Will my classmates compliment me?" These are the thoughts that were constantly swirling around my head every morning. It was exhausting. It's tiring doing your hair every morning. It's tiring to wear heals every day. It's tiring to put a full face of makeup on. I just got physically and emotionally drained. It wasn't fun anymore; it was a task.
It took me until recently to finally just give it up. I gave up trying to make everyone think I was perfect because in the end, God knows I'm not. He is the perfect one. He is the one who has no flaw. He is the lamb with no blemish or spot. Honestly, He couldn't care less what clothes I wear or the shoes I put on my feet. He just cares about the relationship that we have.
Yes, I still love to get dressed up and put on cute outfits, but I have just realized that my clothes aren't me. They do not make me who I am. They do not define me.
