I wear my mum’s clothes, and so what?
Dresses. Me and my mum had a lot of things in common and one of them was our passion for fashion. My mum used to prefer shoes, i do prefer bags, but we shared our passion for clothes. So, because we wore the same size (my mum was only 19 years older than me) we used to share clothes. I mean, for us was something natural.
Needless to say as some of my friends know, i’m a little obsessed with my clothes because for me they’re part of my story (it may sound weird i know). So, i just lend clothes to people i really trust. My mum was the person i trusted the most in this world.
I kept thinking about it while running errands and came to a conclusion: death is a big shit.
Anyway, when my mum passed away i’ve still worn their clothes. After all it makes me feel closer to her. I mean, it hasn’t been a day since she’s gone that i don’t wake up thinking about her, but still wearing their clothes make me feel next to her. And, off course i know she would love that i keep wearing it.
With this being said, on the other day i stumble upon a person who knew my mum quite well and i was wearing this mum’s dress that we both loved. Off course she realized and asked me about it in a strange way. I explained that for me is natural to keep wearing my mum’s clothes. And so what?
Off course, i kept thinking about it while running errands and came to a conclusion: death is a big shit. One deals with it in different ways and there are no better ways than others. My way of dealing with it is to keep my mum alive inside me. I use to talk about her naturally – even if sometimes my voice still comes embargoed – while i try to keep going.