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MidReal Story
Style Unleashed: Nami's Fashion Journey
Scenario:Nami, trying on outfits.
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Nami Tanaka
Alex Chen
Luna Rodriguez
I stand before my wardrobe, one of the last remnants of the life I had in college.
All the clothes that once defined me, that once told my story, are currently hanging inside.
Studying until the wee hours of the morning in an oversized hoodie, celebrating my birthday with my friends in a dress that made me feel like a princess, and walking across the stage to receive my diploma in a gown that felt like it went on forever—all of these moments are encapsulated in this closet.
I look at the clothes I’ve already packed up and donated, suddenly feeling a pang of regret.
Maybe it was too soon for me to let them go.
Maybe I should’ve kept them to remember everything I’ve experienced.
I shake my head at the thought.
The memories are mine to keep forever; I don’t need a t-shirt I wore once or twice to remind me of them.
As I look through my wardrobe, I can’t help but smile at all the different styles that have lived in here with me.
Like an oversized hoodie or a men’s shirt two sizes too big for me—that was when I didn’t have any care about what I wore to class.
I just had to get up and go.
Then there’s the dress I wore on my twenty-first birthday; it was black and sparkly and made me feel like a princess for the night.
This is also where my graduation gown lived for so many years until I moved here.
It seemed like it went on forever, but I felt amazing wearing it as I walked across the stage.
I move further down the line and see some items that don’t bring back happy memories, like the sweats and t-shirts that were stained with coffee and pizza grease from studying all night or the dress I wore to go out when one of my best friends broke up with her boyfriend.
These clothes have seen everything with me—celebrations, breakups, and long nights—but it’s time for them to find someone else to create memories with.
I pick up the first item and hold it up.
This is a shirt I used to love wearing to the library when I had to study for exams.
It’s soft and broken in, but I would always get so hot when I’d wear it and sit in a chair for hours on end.
It was also my go-to shirt when I needed to feel comfortable being out of my element.
Like when I had to present a project in front of the class or go to a study group with people I didn’t know.
It’s definitely a keeper.
I move onto the next item, a pair of jeans I wore every day my freshman year.
If I remember correctly, I think they were the only jeans that fit me after the first month of school.
I would wash them once a week and wear them every single day.
I’m surprised they haven’t disintegrated or fallen apart at this point.
They’re holey and even though I’ve given them plenty of breaks, they’ve definitely seen better days.
