I have two wardrobes. One is the clothes I wear every day, mostly dark denim, black t-shirts, and for special occasions, dress shirts. My other wardrobe, the one that dominates most of my closet, is full of the clothes I don’t have the courage to wear.
I am nowhere near as brave as people believe me to be. Armed with words, I can do anything, but when I have to take my body out into the world, courage fails me.