Beth and I spent some time in her room earlier this week cleaning out her closet. It's packed with clothes but she only wears a few things.
So we went through everything in her closet, putting most of it into bags for Goodwill. There were a few things that had so many holes (even though she still wore some of those!) we threw them away. She ended up with about 7 outfits, pants, skirts and tops that all matched. I hung them together, in matching sets and she was happy!
We cleaned out her dresser drawers and we found some brand new socks. She tends to wear the same set until there's so many holes she just can't stand to wear them anymore. We talked about the importance of wearing it once, then putting it in the dirty clothes hamper. She was so excited about all of this that she told Chuck and Diana that night. "Guess what mom and I did?"
But what I didn't realize was that all the clothes she really wears were in the wash. So all this week she's been wearing the same three outfits, none of them are the clothes hanging in her closet. Today she goes to her job class and she wore teal pants, a red and white shirt (that she's had since high school and is way to small for her) and a pink jacket. I thought about asking her to change, but she was completely ready, relaxed and waiting for her bus to arrive. I figured it wasn't the best time.
I don't know why this bothers me so much. I think because she already gets stared at; adults will stop and stare as she walks by; high schoolers point and laugh. Her outrageous outfits don't help. It sometimes brings tears to my eyes, "Beth don't you see that people are gonna laugh at you if you wear that?!?!?"
I'd never say that to her, but I want to. She just doesn't see it. Or, if she does, she doesn't let it bother her. It just bothers me.