An Ode To Fast Fashion

An account of stripping my closet of all things ~trendy~

I follow every super model and “Instagram model” there is. I read Vogue. The common denominator between the two is that both showcase an intense sense of fast fashion.

And I am sick of it.

What do I mean by fast fashion? I mean the clothes and accessories that are popular for 5 minutes before they are deemed unworthy of another Instagram post. I’m looking at you, sandals with pom-poms all over them. Not to mention, it is horrible for the environment. Fast fashion that isn't sold is often found in landfills.

Ok, ok, I may be a little cynical. I understand that these models and magazines are simply doing what they are supposed to be doing: conveying to the public what is cool or not. But, that doesn’t mean I have to like it?

I ball on a small budget. I am talking SMOL. It is so frustrating to spend what little money that I have (thanks student loan debt) on clothes that will make me feel good for .5 seconds before they are deemed untrendy. ‘

Here’s some examples of fast fashion that I am SO OVER. Here we go: $800 over the knee boots, clothing with flames all over them, those disgusting tiny sunglasses, cold shoulder tops, wearing fishnets under shorts or pants so that you can see one inch of them around the waist, those sweatshirts with the entire front cut out of them, corsets around shirts, etc.

You know what I am talking about.

So, from here on out, I pledge to only buy clothing that I truly think will outlast the latest trends. Whether that be jeans that fit me just right, comfortable sneakers, cute sweaters, t-shirts with funny or corny sayings on them, I truly have to feel like they will serve me in the long run.

This isn’t me saying that I will never buy something that is ~on trend~ again, this is just me saying that I no longer will buy something just because I felt pressured when I saw Gigi Hadid wearing it in her latest Instagram post. My wallet will (hopefully) thank me.

If you see me in Urban Outfitters buying some stupid shirt/pant/bullshit hybrid that costs $150, take it upon yourself to smack it out of my hand and tell me to go home.