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Before this, I wasn’t even aware about brands or type of cuts. I wasn’t aware of the negative assault you’ll get when you wear something unflattering. I wasn’t even aware of the feeling when you open up your closet, and sigh at the lack of excitement from what it offers.
God knows what happened along the way. I’ve become slightly more materialistic, spending my own money on clothes that I’ll never wear, and chanting the irrelevant mantras that starts with, “I need…” when it’s actually a simple “I want…”. Maybe it was introduced to me when I started university, where I was riddened with people who are so conscious about every state of cloth on your skin.
Back in the day I don’t even know which perfume smells better, or how shoes make a difference. But now, I’ve become conscious of the folds it creates, the colours I’ll drown in, the patterns that resonates at home.
I admit, I lack originality, I follow the trend, and I tend to overspend. But maybe I’m just learning on how to be a proper girl this time around.
