this is NOT my home.

ive recently discovered this amazing resale shop. i love it. thats pretty much where all my clothes come from. ive made a commitment to shop only resale shops until i turn 16. im cool with that, i see no reason to pay full price. and i mean, i dont think i look that bad. it just makes sense to me. id rather spend money on something else, or give it. not that im not trying to look my best, i am. but i feel like the clothes i wear dont matter. i like to look good, but i feel no presure of conformity. and to be honest, in ten years, no one cares what i wore the first day of fresman year. no one cares what i wore ever. and i think im perfectly fine with that. i actually love the thrill of getting 90 dollar jeans for 12 bucks. and if i dont tell you that they arent new, id almost put money on it that you wont notice. the clothes i see people wear and stress over i think is just god once again reminding me that this world is not my home. not even slightly. because one day ill be sitting in heaven with the messiah, and honestly, my clothes dont matter then either. in this world im called to a much higher calling then putting clothes that cost more than a house payment on my body. and i see girld who "dress to impress", and i get that its to look good and impress the guys. however, like i said in my last post, god will put him in my path, and he will love me. he will love my in my four dollar banana republic shirt and 16 dollar BKE jeans. or in sweats. whatever. it doesnt matter. he will love me. and ladies, the guy god has for you. he will do the same. and if he doesnt, god will but the one who does in your path.