“Tolulope , there are no ugly girls , there are only poor girls”.
These are my sister-in-law’s words, and they keep echoing in my head every time I go out to shop. The first time she told me, I can remember arguing vehemently against her school of thought. I thought it was vain and sinful; my conservative mind could just not comprehend it. But here I am a year after, my walls of defense have totally crumbled, and I have come to believe that money and body beauty walk hand in hand.
Who wouldn’t change after having to listen to my friend’s daily chatter on her obsession for designers clothing and sophisticated makeup lines, who wouldn’t change after seeing throng of models that come to my office everyday in their flawless skin and long legs, and who wouldn’t change after my boyfriend’s subtle ways of telling me to step up my game?
Money and body beauty walk hand in hand, they are peas of the same pod, one can’t do without the other, it’s a very bitter pill to swallow because, to be as beautiful as I want to comes with a hard sacrifice; I have to spend more.
So many times, I have tried to convince myself and others that the most important thing to do to be a fine girl is to have self confidence and charisma, but my daily afternoon window shopping says otherwise. Break time at work has now become a time of discovery for me, as I wander along shops to ‘feed my eyes’ on clothes seductively hanging on racks. Sometimes, I even catch the mannequins winking at me, sometimes they smile coyly like shy virgins waiting to be devoured and I unashamedly lick my lips and swallow back my desire to possess them. Most afternoons I set out to conquer and remove smirks off their faces, so I buy things!
In those boutiques I always see a world where I am always beautiful, I have become a shopaholic and I am loving every bit of it.
Written by Tolu Odeyemi
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