The Outfits That Don't Fit

She stands in front of her wardrobe, staring at clothes that make her feel like she’s wearing someone else’s life. The dresses, the skirts, the blouses—they’re all from a different world. A world where she’s a woman in her late twenties, with kids, wearing outfits to church or family gatherings. They’re not the kind of clothes that make her feel alive, not the kind of clothes that reflect her teenage spirit. They’re just practical, comfortable, and—unfortunately—old-fashioned.

She can’t help but feel like she’s stuck in a time loop, wearing things that are years behind what her friends are wearing. She looks at them—the trendy outfits that her classmates wear, the ones that seem to define who they are. Her clothes don’t help her feel seen. They don’t help her feel like the person she knows she is inside. She feels disconnected, like she’s playing a role she never signed up for.

When she tries to explain to her parents that she feels old in these clothes, they don’t understand. “They’re nice, they’re fine,” they say, dismissing her feelings. But the truth is, they don’t get it. These clothes are not her. They’re for a life she doesn’t want. They don’t make her feel like the teenager she is, the one who wants to explore, to be herself, to wear what makes her feel confident and free.

She dreams of the day when she can buy her own clothes—clothes that make her feel like she’s part of the world she sees online, the world where everyone seems to have it all figured out. Maybe one day, she’ll be able to buy outfits that are trendy, that reflect her true self. But for now, it’s just her, trying to make the best of what she has—clothes that don’t fit, and a life that doesn’t seem to match the one in her heart.

Scrolling through social media, she feels the weight of everything she’s missing. There are her friends—out on dates, laughing, wearing outfits that make them look confident and free. They’re out there, living lives full of adventure and freedom. Meanwhile, she’s stuck at home, watching from the sidelines, scrolling through endless pictures of people living the life she wishes she could have.

She knows she’s different. She knows her life is not like theirs. She’s not going to parties, not out with friends, not dating or going on fun adventures. She’s at home, always busy with the endless list of chores—washing dishes, cleaning, looking after her younger siblings. Her parents don’t understand how she feels. They don’t get why she just wants to leave.

She wants to be her true self. She wants to step out of this house and into the world, to wear clothes that feel right, to have the freedom to be who she really is. She dreams of getting a part-time job, anything that will help her save up to leave. She just needs a way out. A way to get away from the constant cycle of chores and routines that make her feel like she’s stuck in a never-ending loop.

The world outside seems so bright, so full of possibilities. She wants to break free from the walls of her room, to wear the clothes that feel like her, to live the life that she knows is waiting for her. But for now, she’s waiting. Waiting for a job, waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment when she can step outside and start becoming the real version of herself that’s been locked inside for so long.

One day, she knows, it will happen. One day, she’ll break free from all of this. But until then, she’s stuck in this routine, just waiting for her chance to go out and find herself.