Closet Time Capsule

Last week I tried on seven different outfits. I was dressing for a version

of myself that doesn't exist anymore. You know that feeling when your closet becomes a

time capsule? Of who you thought you'd be? I stood there at sunset,

golden light pouring through my window. And something clicked. I started mixing pieces I'd never

dare combine before. That vintage blazer with those neon sneakers. Suddenly my reflection

looked alive again. That night, as I washed my face. And caught my

own eyes in the mirror, I saw someone different. Not the curated

version I show online, but the messy, contradictory person. Beautifully complicated person