Day 10: A faded black hand me down tank top

Someone, bless their heart, gave me a faded black hand me down tank top. Not knowing how to say no thank you, I willingly took it, hung it in my closet and have kept it there for years. This was pre-the house we are living in now, which means I packed it in a box and moved it into this house. I never wear it because it doesn't make me feel super. It makes me think, why did I take someone else's junk. They obviously reached a point in their mind where they decided it was no longer good enough for them. Why in the world would it be ok for me? Do they think less of me? Regardless of why it was given, now it is time to say goodbye to it and hello to 3/4 cm more space in my closet (my guess at the width of a hanger)!

I will be weeding out more clothes, why hold on to something that makes you feel less than super?