A Piling Pile of Clothes

What happens when you don't grow in height or weight for 8 years or more? You accumulate a lot of clothes. Especially during ones youth when interests are changing, trends are changing, and so on one tends to end up with a lot of clothes. It's almost a link to the past and a literal visual representation of the wardrobe changes someone goes through. Tracking back as far as late grade school with some of these clothes I can follow bands I liked, my skateboard/baggy clothes phase, my punk/band phase which goes past t-shirts, baggy jeans to ripped jeans to skinny jeans, etc. As I said a few days ago, some of these pieces of clothing are as much memories as they are shirts or coats. Maybe this makes me a hoarder or maybe it makes me a sucker for "remembering the good old days" but part of me struggles to pass on some of these things.

I have a t-shirt from my first concert (Linkin Park, 7th grade), one from a kid who had me as a secret santa in 6th grade (Korn). Moving through grades and years and interests just in my dresser is a pretty cool thing. Even still, as times changes along with my interests and needs as far as my wardrobe is concerned, the space I have is finite. What ends up going are the articles that fall between when is new and what is a memory.

Going through these clothes I see things that I remember buying once and really thinking was so cool. I also see things that I bought or were bought for me that I can't ever remember wearing or maybe only wearing a few times. Sometimes I can even recall a look of excitement my mom had when she brought home one item or I unwrapped another for Christmas. I feel guilty getting rid of it now, especially in instances where I know I never really even wore it. I imagine when she sees it end up in that pile she may remember that moment too, or the moment she found it and maybe feel like she failed on that one. It's silly, in a way. They are just clothes and for most of the things I have that is definitely true. Still, with so many things, we are reminded of certain moments by the most mundane objects.