Today my outside is more of a reflection of what’s going on inside. I feel whole, I feel worthwhile, and I feel good, therefore I try to look good.
There’s something to be said about the feel of a well-made cashmere sweater or pair of silk sweatpants, or even an uber-comfortable cotton t-shirt that fits like it was made for me. There’s just something nice about wearing fancy pants and fancy shoes to go grocery shopping. I lived too long in the filth and desperation of addiction to deny myself some little luxuries today.
