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| Its so hard for me to talk about my friends. In some respect it's like talking about my clothes. So I'll just talk about my clothes..and you'll know exactly what I mean about my friends. I have cupboards full and yet there's the same few favourites that I turn to each time I need to be comfortable and just be myself. I have clothes for all sorts of occassions - for work, for play, to wear to the mosque and some just to hang out in. Some clothes are very versatile..i could get away wearing them to work as well as to an evening at the movies. Some of my clothes are really conservative and others quite radical. No two are alike. Each has its own specialty. Some let me be the person I am and others help me be the person I strive to become. Often there are clothes that i like very much but for some reason or other they get lost in my wardrobe and i don't see them for a while..until i start missing them ..and then I look around for them and am delighted when i find them again. Some clothes I just outgrow. Some clothes I choose not to acknowledge. They seemed wonderful when I first bought them..but now they look too loud, too pretentious or just plain boring and not quite me. Just because i liked them at one time that's no reason for me to stop myself from moving on. Some clothes just don't fit me anymore. I mean, I still like them very much but things have changed. I have changed and now those clothes are just a sweet memory. Some clothes I am very attached to. I've had them for so long..and even though i've changed and often we don't fit..it never stops me from making that extra effort ..always hoping ..that one day again we will fit together. - Finally, there's just no such thing as too many clothes. I know i'll have many more new ones..but I also know that there will always be the old favourites that i will never let go of. |
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