This happens to me regularly, even though on some level I have been "so over" consumption, capitalism, and femme-ness for a decade. Back in the day, I would buy a new lipstick. Cheap, but still...
These days I have minor freakouts whenever I need a haircut or am bloated from PMS or having a hard time in the relationship, and I look at myself and don't like what I see. And the solution my lizard brain suggests? "Buy new clothes!" Which I object to on about 47 different levels.
The thing that makes me crazy is that it actually works. If I give in to the impulse and buy something I love that looks great on me, I feel better. Sometimes, a LOT better.
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These days I have minor freakouts whenever I need a haircut or am bloated from PMS or having a hard time in the relationship, and I look at myself and don't like what I see. And the solution my lizard brain suggests? "Buy new clothes!" Which I object to on about 47 different levels.
The thing that makes me crazy is that it actually works. If I give in to the impulse and buy something I love that looks great on me, I feel better. Sometimes, a LOT better.
I hate the whole thing.