Picture it: you’re walking into your favorite store, hoping to find your go-to sweater. It’s a few months before it starts to get chilly, but you’re looking to get a head start on your warm-weather wardrobe. You walk in, grab a few items that stick out, and head to the fitting rooms. There you are, standing in front of the mirror. You turn around to look in the mirror after slipping on the sweater and BAM — it fits you perfectly. That is the feeling that this blog gives me.
Tales from the Thrift Shop has been a place to share thrift tips, styling hacks, and new ways to think about secondhand fashion. But my love for thrifting has always been much more than that. It’s time that I faced the facts of why I started this blog head on — to figure out who I am.
I haven’t always had a clear sense of self. Honestly, I didn’t even realize that I didn’t know who I was until after college. Everyone tells you that college is the time to explore yourself and “figure it all out.” For me, college was a time to try new things, navigate my comfort zone, and face new anxieties. It also happened to be the time that I realized that I didn’t know how to handle my anxiety.
It’s hard to figure out who you are when you’re afraid to leave the house, try new things, or put yourself out there to new people. I blended in. I stayed out of people’s way, was afraid to stick out, and went with the flow. Oh, and I definitely didn’t yell my love for thrifting from the rooftops as I do now.
College is supposed to be a time that you figure yourself out.
Instead, I figured out that I was too afraid to do that.
My journey to figuring out who I was didn’t start until right here on this blog. The more I wrote about fashion for Bustle, the more interested I was in my own style. Style is about who you are as a person. It’s a way to show who you are without saying a thing. I didn’t know who that was, but I wanted to find out.
The only thing that I knew was that I wasn’t a fan of mainstream fashion. Growing up, life was all about heading to the mall and shopping. I knew I wanted to stay far away from there. I also wasn’t making a whole lot of money, so I hit the thrift shop.
I loved that I could shop whatever style I wanted. There was vintage, minimalist, over-the-top, and everything in between. The options felt freeing to me. I loved being the one to choose my outfit — not a mannequin or buyer stocking the store for that season. I could be anyone that I wanted to be.
I got the chance to find myself, and it was the least anxious I had ever been.
I was finally myself. I loved it. And now, whenever I’m feeling down or lost, IJ hit the thrift store to get that feeling back. I don’t have to think about anything but being myself. It’s my own little world that I can get lost in. Bonus points that I’m saving the planet and clothing from the landfill at the same time. I love that I can share that feeling with you on this blog. It’s my thrift shop away from the thrift shop. I hope you feel the exact same feeling when you’re reading these posts.
Heck, if you’re feeling a little anxious, maybe the thrift shop will help you too. Because it’s nice to feel in control of your style when there are so many other things out of your control.