It was late on a Saturday evening. I was scheduled to sing in our church's morning service and decided to pick out my outfit the night before. As I pushed hangers aside and looked at what was hanging in my closet, I had the familiar overwhelming feeling - "Why do I have so many clothes I don't like???"

I have always had a complicated relationship with clothes. Growing up, my family had several rules about what I could and couldn't wear: no sleeveless tops, nothing above the knee, nothing too tight, and - for a spell in elementary school - dresses on Fridays. Worst rule ever for a tomboy.

When you're a young teenager, it's hard enough trying to fit in. But I was tall and skinny and had no curves - all angles - and I had a hard time figuring out how to dress myself. Maybe that's a pretty common theme for teenagers. But I didn't feel great about my body, and I decided to act like I didn't care about clothes at all.