I just culled about 10 plastic bags of clothing from my wardrobe. Its amazing the things you keep because you're afraid your mother will get pissed because you never wear the things she buys for you, or the things you keep like horrible nude coloured pleather Guess jackets that aunts and family friends randomly give you and you can't throw away, lest you be chastised for it. Also, about ten million pairs of jeans I've outgrown, and weird denim shirts I wore when I was 12 years old, and turtlenecks that are too short for me. My wardrobe is full, but not full of things I actually want to wear. Its tragic.