In My Fitting Room Phase
When I was younger, my first “designer bag” was a fake Balenciaga City. I was obsessed. Wore it everywhere, every day, like it was the real deal. That bag taught me a lot. It wasn’t perfect, but it helped me figure out what I truly wanted 😜 see where I’m going ? Then, when I could finally afford the real one, I didn’t hesitate. It got me thinking… maybe one-night stands are kind of like that too. A little "cheap" in the way that it doesn't require as much engagement as a couple, not always fulfilling—but sometimes necessary to explore what you don’t want. That said, can we agree that the ones you never see again are basically the fast fashion of intimacy? Quick thrill, low investment, cute for a second—but almost always disappointing the next morning. Now that I’m newly single, one thing’s clear: no text after midnight ever leads to anything worthwhile. It’s like emotional impulse shopping—you click, you regret, you return (or at least you should). And as a woman, pleasure doesn’t usually show up in 24 hours. It takes time, intention. My Womanizer, however? Quiet, consistent, and doesn’t leave socks, or unsolicited commentary (bahaha) in my bed. Highly recommend. Like fast fashion, those flings offer a quick dopamine hit. But if it was that good… why would it end overnight? And don’t even get me started on trying to “upcycle” one. We all know what happens to fast fashion when you wear it again, it falls apart. Same with people who should’ve stayed in the archives. Some things are best left in the donation bin of bad decisions. Still, I do think there’s value in the fitting room phase of life, trying on styles, seeing what fits, what flatters, what feels right.
No shame in the game. Anyway. That’s where my hangover brain went today. Not projecting—just processing. But if it hits close to home, maybe we’re in the same fitting room after all. #dress4unot4them
