Here is a wardrobe that symbolises inspiration and depression in not so equal measures. On the outlook you’d see black -fifty shades of black- ranging from baggy to baggier. Whilst many assume it’s a fashion statement, my wardrobe and I know it’s not. The fleeting look I try and avoid in the mirror each morning sends a clear message to all that live in my wardrobe: you are used to hide me in public, not to be warn with pride. The one glimmer of hope is the red number I bought myself, as an optimistic hope for my future self. One day, I will make my wardrobe and me proud, I will choose the red number, hold my head up high and finally own the body I’ve got… but not today.