Let’s talk for a minute about our addiction to consumerism. Women in particular in our society are told at a young age that we can basically medicate sadness and stress with the purchase of clothes. “Retail therapy.” What a concept. And not only are people starving in other parts of the world, in desperate need of that $80 you just spent on a new pair of jeans, but it’s also a sick state of mind to be in— the one that values very fleeting moments of happiness over a commitment to reality. And the reality is we don’t need any new clothes. Probably for years and years. And yet, when we go on a first date, or we have a New Year party to attend or we’re feeling especially low after an emotionally draining breakup, we head for the shops, waste the money we’ve earned, and smile proudly at ourselves in the mirror, twirling around in that new shimmery top we’ll probably wear one time.

 

The average American woman, with a life expectancy of 80 years old, will spend $125,000 on clothes and accessories in her lifetime.

 

The average American woman, with a life expectancy of 80 years old, will spend $125,000 on clothes and accessories in her lifetime. This is enough money to take more than 62 potentially life changing vacations, ones on which you could store and treasure an incalculable number of memories and in doing so, expand your reality and your sense of being. This is enough money to instill real change in the world, enough to feed an entire village of children for the better part of their lives, or rescue thousands of animals from cruelty, enough to start your own program or agency or business.

 

Once we stop buying clothes, and decide to feel content with what we already have, we can attain a higher level of consciousness, and start to see the world in a purer and more honest way.

 

Once we stop buying clothes, and decide to feel content with what we already have, we can attain a higher level of consciousness, and start to see the world in a purer and more honest way. We can finally begin to understand how superfluous things are in general, and how wonderful it is to just be.