shop·a·hol·ic
noun
a compulsive shopper.
I often wonder why the term “shopaholic” has a negative connotation. When my parents refer to me as such, I feel no remorse, but rather a sense of pride for claiming such a wondrous title. Some may describe this as an “addiction,” indulging in self-destructive behavior, but I have to stop you right there. With so many worse things one could be addicted to, you have to ask yourself — does shopping even compare?
When I’m sad, I shop.
When I’m happy, I shop.
When I have a midterm the next day — you guessed it, I shop.
Call it a coping mechanism, but basically any emotion I’m feeling at the time warrants a drive to the mall. My bank account (and my dad) may resent me for it, but there is no feeling in the world that compares to walking into Zara and being overwhelmed by all the beautiful clothes. (I have tears in my eyes just thinking about it.)
Life, friends, boys, or grades may let you down — but would shopping!?
Shopping is always there for you. You can go shopping anytime your heart desires; stores are always open. You don’t feel like leaving the house? Pick up a laptop and go crazy!
Shopping is just for you. Somewhere there is a blouse or dress just waiting for you to find it. It was custom made just for you!
Shopping loves you! Shopping wants you to be happy and to look cute!!!
Society expects us to clothe ourselves — I’m just being an upstanding citizen and ensuring I have enough clothes to follow the rules appropriately. Call me an overachiever! When you look good, you feel good. Who’s with me!?
So, my friends, stop denying yourselves! Get in your car and drive to your favorite shop. Forget all your worries and surrender yourself to the wonder that is shopping. You deserve it!
