Shara Grove Holistics

I was going through a bit of an identity crisis at this time. Less than a month prior to this I had abruptly left my job and was recovering from the burn out I had. There was a lot up in the air at this time. Léon and I’s relationship was still fairly new in some terms, but I think because of the safety I felt around him, it gave my body and brain a safe space for unresolved traumas, patterns and situations to come to the surface. So at this time we were scratching the surface of the intimacy issues I had, as well as wondering who I was as a person, and how could I not know this?

I am a bit of a hoarder. I either buy or come across things and something within that thing will catch my eye and I’ll see a purpose for it, but I never actually follow through or find what its purpose is.

Same goes with clothes. I had clothes in my wardrobe that I had when I was 18 up until this date. Now these clothes had seen and felt a lot, and I didn’t realise their significance till I decided on this day to do a massive clear out.

I remember this so clearly, it was one of those completely spur of the moment decisions that then snowballed into something massive. I originally just started off with socks and knickers, but that then went into old work clothes, which then went into my entire wardrobe.

Everything that I binned held something against me, whether it was a past version of myself, an insecurity, a memory, a thought or a feeling. There was so much mental, physical and emotional space taken up by these clothes.

Back in my teens and early twenties I had a style that I fucking loved. I loved how I dressed and how I would add bold touches to my outfit to really make me feel out of the crowd.
I kinda lost that personality essence when I came to Australia. I was living in a rural town and standing out from the crowd just made me feel uncomfortable.

With almost six years of living rural, I well and truly lost that connection with myself, and as I was coming into this new age, this new chapter in my story, I was entering it completely battered and bruised by also completely fresh.

Mum helped me out when we were on our travels. We picked up a bunch of new clothes that had new me all over them. I felt incredible in them, still do actually.

I’m currently back in a similar position where I don’t feel like my clothes match who I am. I have a deep desire to explore hippie, witchy, thrifty, sorceress clothing but Australia doesn’t seem to be the country for it (at least for me it isn’t).

One thing I am looking forward to about going back to England is tapping into this part of me that wants to be expressed. That first impression part of me is screaming to be expressed. Now that I’m sure on who I am as a person, my fashion sense wants to show it off to everyone.

England will be the spot for it, I cannot wait.