Hi, my name is Lauryn... and I'm a stylaholic.
There are really no words to describe how I feel about fashion... the relationship between me and any mall that comes into view is honestly disgusting. It's like an instant love affair... complete with the feelings of almost-regret after you've walked away having wasted precious time and money. If you don't know where I'm coming from, then let me ask you one simple question: How many articles of clothing are still laying on your bed when you head out for a night on the town?
If you answered more than 2, then join me in admitting that you are a stylaholic. Still not convinced? OK. Have you ever based an entire outfit off of one select accessory?
All I'm saying is, the first step is admittance. The second step is to embrace your latest revelation.
Maybe you're like me... I work in one of those jobs where I have to wear the same boring, unflattering ensemble every day so when I go to the grocery store on the weekend I look like I stepped out of a J. Crew catalog. Or maybe you get to play fashionista everyday and just can't get enough. Whatever brings you to Stylaholics Anonymous, welcome. You are among friends.
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