For three weeks I haven’t had any money. At first it went well. I thought “I can go three weeks without shopping, it was shopping that got me into this position in the first place”. I should have known it wouldn’t work out. It felt like quitting smoking. Like one of those times in the past I had to quit because I couldn’t afford it. But the crave doesn’t go away. And it’s not even that I have to go shopping, it’s more to know that I can. After a while I got sick of the whole idea of fashion. “Why do I have to be trapped in this never ending cycle?” I actually feared my interest in fashion was fading.
Now I realize it was just a way to protect myself. Yesterday my bank account was filled up again, and I can’t wait to go shopping later today! It feels like I have been sleeping for a hundred years and now I’m finally back. (You know fashion is more than shopping to me, it’s just feels very important once you can’t.)