You have noticed you're always washing the same clothes. Your safest options... it might be your gym kit because it's black and stretchy. It might be your favourite t-shirt you've always loved but it's becoming like an overplayed hit on the radio.

Every morning, with too many decisions already waiting for you, your hand reaches for what it knows, because you don't trust yourself with the other possibilities in your wardrobe.

When did getting dressed become about avoiding mistakes rather than expressing yourself?

You loved them on the hanger in the shop, and even imagined the fancy dinners, glamorous riviera holidays and versions of yourself that would wear them whilst you were trying them on in the changing room. Then they arrived home... and joined the growing collection with tags still attached, waiting to be Vinted.

Sometimes we buy clothes for the life we're hoping to lead, but it becomes an inaccessible fantasy, and we can’t find a way to connect with it.

What would need to change for that piece to finally feel like it belonged in your life?

There's no shortage of clothes.

There's a shortage of conviction.

Every hanger holds a tiny decision. Does this still fit? Is this too young? Too boring? Too much? Too smart? Before you've even left the house, you've negotiated with yourself half a dozen times.

Getting dressed was never supposed to feel this complicated.

What if getting dressed felt more like recognition than decision-making?

The version of you who deserves to wear the things you want always seems to be ‘10 pounds down’ into the future.

So today's version makes do.

You postpone the sequinned jacket. The Herve Leger bandage dress. The hot pink boiler suit you've always wanted to wear.

Life slips by while you're waiting for it to feel acceptable for your body.

What if you've been trying to change the wrong thing?

You remember a version of yourself who was playful, curious. A person who experimented, took risks, set trends amongst your friends, enjoyed getting attention and wore things simply because they made you happy - without giving another thought to how you were judged for it.

This person hasn't disappeared.

This person is covered in hang ups - drowning in questions about perception, responsibility, appropriateness,

Sometimes one pair of platform boots at the back of your wardrobe is enough to remind you they still exist.

Which parts of yourself have been patiently waiting to be worn again?

You know exactly what your children need, what makes them feel confident and happy. You can do the same for your partner, your friends and your colleagues.

When you think abut what you need, the answer isn’t so clear.

Over time, it's surprisingly easy to become brilliant at looking after everyone else's identity while neglecting your own.

Whose voice do you hear first when you get dressed?