Confessions of a
Shopaholic
By Courtney Monzon
As a high school student you could very well say that I am
broke. I rarely have money, but when I do I spend it, all of it.
Retail therapy is the problem. I go on random shopping sprees
and spend all the money I “saved” up. I binge shop for no reason other than to
make myself feel better. In that moment that $37 shirt provides my happiness,
and that is sad. The honest truth is I’ll wear that shirt three or four times,
if I’m lucky. A fourth of my closet is full of clothes with the price tag still
on them (which may or may not be because I wear sweatpants/yogas every day).
And no, mom, this is not me saying that I am giving up shopping for good.
OBVIOUSLY I’m still going to shop, I am a girl and I love clothes. But I think
it is time to realize, with college only a few months away, that I need to grow
up and take on my own responsibilities. College is expensive, and hey, if I
stop buying so many $37 shirts, maybe I won’t be forced to a life of ramen in
the near future. Let this blog serve as physical evidence of my attempt to cure
my ailment.
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