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If this, then yes, you should.

If…


 -You refer to them as the “Shoes that like to hurt you,”


-Have never worn it,


-Couldn’t tell what it was when you found it,


-Feel like Sailor Moon in it,


-Think “I should really just get rid of this” every time you see it,


-Grimace when you try it on,


-Are saving it in case you get pregnant,


-Are saving it in case you lose ten pounds suddenly,


-Will get around to fixing it someday,


-Aren’t sure when you can wear it without looking easy,


-Forgot you had it,


or


-Are not sure how it was intended to be worn in the first place,


then yes, 


                   you should get rid of it.





Going through my clothes is always a very revealing process.

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