RELATiONSHiP STATUS: TOXIC AF
Fashion and I grew apart as I grew older. I discovered the larger world around me as I transformed into a young adult. I developed my love for helping our planet. I traveled outside the internet dystopia of my own creation and realized how much diversity and beauty there is in the real world. While Fashion still had a place on my dating roster, I started to see flaws that contradicted my new found passions. Stores I used to worship were accused of overconsumption. Toxic body standards in modeling lead to a lack of diversity in my monthly subscription to Teen Vogue. I would tell friends and family about my dreams to study Fashion, and their reactions almost always ended in them picturing me as a character in the Devil Wears Prada. They imagined me being ridiculed by coworkers,
putting designer labels before human connection, and struggling to keep up with raging fad diets to remain a sample size. Most people disapproved of my relationship and no one could see what I saw in Fashion. Their doubt made me start to question myself. Why do I unconditionally
love something that has hurt me in the past? For the first time in my life, I felt Fashion and I might need a break. But still, I felt guilty for the secret love I still held for it.
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