Uni forms?

I'm an admitted clothes whore. I'm sure... if I looked into it... there would be a 12 step program that I would dive into whole heartedly until I saw a snazzy blouse for a decent price and promptly buy it in every availble color for my ever growing pile of clothes on my bedroom floor. The Closet is full. There are approximately 3 sizes floating around my large walk in closet (Bedroom). The first size I wear in the Spring and Summer months, I feel thin, it's hot.....darling I look marvelous! The second size..is the what I wear most one size up, a little breathing room, covers all inappropriate rolls of Cupie and most importantly it covers the freaky oddities of celluite and the ever accomodating stretch marks. Dead Sexy!! The third size is the, omg why was I born with this hideous wretch of a body! All the clothes in this catagory draw no attention to me what so ever, all the items are shapeless and of neutral colors. All three catagories lay haphazardly on the floor the bed at present. I think I'm freaking out, LOL. At the beginning of the year....I said that 1/3 of the remaining wardrobe must be donated. In the small percentage of the Tent styles....I found two sweaters from a moment that I apparently felt like a walrus in heat, they had to go. But now I'm all torn up inside........mostly because I'm not a *Summer* size right now..der, which sadly, is the majority of the items. I'm keeping all things flattering, all things entirely too beautiful to part with. I'm keeping those size 9 jeans I wore briefly, that one day back in 89' (inspiration or torture? I'm not sure yet). Now, all the utilitarian articles, the work uniforms, are the ones I get rid of. These are the outfits I wear day in and day out. All shredded jeans and slacks go buh bye, all ratty blouses go.....bon voyage. All the shirts emblazened with the work logo are the ones I wanna trash, but alas, when one doesn't want to think about what to wear that day....the logo shirt works best, so I keep them. Ok, so now that I've gotten rid of all the daily crap, I have to shop. If's a fucking nightmare that a part of me enjoys. Help.