I started noticing the shift in my internal tidings when I started buying colourful button down shirts and polo necks- a deviation from the dark t-shirts and sweats that had been my blueprint for the past five or so years. I didn’t have enough “professional” clothes to wear at the office and I was getting tired of wearing jackets with the same black and blue fitted tees and decent pants.
Every time I bought a new article of clothing I’d try it on and look at myself in the mirror for such long periods of time, wondering when I became this girl who liked button downs, and most importantly when I started preferring them to my tees. I know it’s so banal and anti-climatic but that’s when I realised I had started to change. And maybe more importantly it’s when the feelings of guilt of letting go of the person I used to be started to sink in.
It wasn’t only the clothes. It was also other subtle things; Agreeing to recite poetry when four years ago I had sworn to never grace a stage again; Realising that I didn’t mind going out and socialising as much as I used to; Allowing myself to be bad at things I enjoyed and accepting I probably wouldn’t become good at them ’cause I wouldn’t put in the work; Sitting across someone I thought I’d love for a very long time- even in the littlest ways- and wondering when I had started to let go and how I never noticed; No longer doing headstands four times a day; Giving myself tiny compliments for accomplishing tasks and so on.
One day I looked in the mirror and said “huh, we look quite pretty today” and I was instantly shocked by the genuineness with which I meant it.
And yet, like the change in wardrobe why did this casual compliment to myself and everything else seem like a betrayal to the person I was. I actually felt shaken and as I looked my reflection in the eyes I wondered who was this girl before me.
I had spent a better part of my life indulging in self loathing and as crazy as sounds, it felt wrong to say something nice about myself so offhandedly and actually mean it. In the back of my head, the Tamanda that had been holding the ropes for the longest was losing control of the reigns, and a new one- one so different from the previous- was trying to wrestle her for them and I was terrified: Terrified because she was winning and she was someone that I had never been or known. When you’ve been one thing for too long it’s almost as if you’re stabbing yourself in the back when you start to become somebody else.
There’s been a lot going on in my life and I guess an identity crisis was long overdue. When my friend left after the whole decluttering ordeal, I sat in the pile of to-go-clothes and picked up a particular shirt I had loved so so much that I thought I’d wear until it was threadbare, and cried into it. Not because I was giving it away but because I knew the girl who used to adore wearing it was slowly slipping from my grasp.
Change- even the good kind- is such an uncomfortable process. Beloved, even a caterpillar must almost completely digest itself in its cocoon before becoming a butterfly. If you’re lucky you don’t notice it happening. You close your eyes and one day you wake up and you can’t even trace how you became the person you are now. That’s rarely the case. Most times you can feel the chasm between who you are now and who you were before become bigger and bigger and deeper and deeper. It’s grimy and uneasy and even scary. But it’s also necessary and most likely inevitable.
These days I sit with myself at the crossroads of who I was before and who I’m becoming and try to remember that the caterpillar, the goo in the cocoon and the butterfly are all true versions of the same thing. The common thread is there somewhere and that despite everything else, at the core I’m still me. Maybe if I revel in this long enough I’ll learn to accept that metamorphosis isn’t betrayal to myself and that it is okay to let the old me go.
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Oh wow… this struck such a cord. I’ve taken like 5 screenshots and with each I’m like, “Have to post this one, no… maybe this! Oh my gosh but this screenshot… these wordsss!”
I grew up with an imaginary friend and she’s always been my best friend. She’s brave when I’m scared, she’s funny when I’m stressed and she’s turns each outfit she wears into a costume. I loved her more than everyone, myself included. And then one day I started telling her to take over. She became my rock. Until one day she became me. I realised all the people I’d recently met thought I’d always been this bright and energetic and obnoxiously proud person.
Thank you for sharing. Really resonated with this
This actually means a lot. I’m glad you could relate to it so much.
I’m even more glad that you are growing into this amazing version of yourself.? Cheers to growth and change.
This made me feel a bit teary as I have been feeling like I am going through a lot of changes I’ve been fighting! Thank you for writing this, you write beautifully.
I’m glad you could resonate with this. I think in periods of discomfort a lot of us choose to resist. It’s a normal response to something that’s so scary.
Sending you all the love as you go through these changes.?
This is so Beautiful!!???
Thank you so much?. This means a lot?.
This is such a beautiful post and gives us a lot to think about. Isn’t it funny how sometimes it’s the smallest things that makes us realise we’ve changed? Like preferring one item of clothing over another x
It’s always the tiny things I believe that tell us the most about ourselves.