During my 45 minute commute to high school every day, I read magazines. Glamour, Lucky, Elle, Self, Cosmo, etc. I was drawn to the pretty and successful women in the pages, talking about their marriages and lipsticks and 5 pounds they finally lost doing this. I didn’t really relate to a lot of it but I still loved flipping through those glossy pages, picturing myself as a pretty, successful woman with a well paying job and many, many heels.
I unintentionally stopped reading magazines a few years ago. I think I just lost interest, but I also realized how incredibly repetitive it was. And then I immediately noticed two things: I quit trying to diet and I now buy so many less things.
Magazine consumerism had me good: it made me feel kind of down about myself, and then it offered a solution: buy this. do this. everything will be better. If I read an article about how organic almonds not only helps you lose weight but clears up your skin and makes your hair glossier then I would have probably gone out and bought organic almonds. If I read an article about how this one particular lipstick is like a lip stain and a chapstick and a matte dream all in one and that no one can stop talking about it then I probably would have gone out and bought that, too. It worked on me.
I haven’t stopped liking fashion, or makeup, or trying to look my best. But I do it on my own terms. Sometimes I feel out of the loop being on the Cape, and I’ll ask my NYC dwelling sister-in-law, “what’s in right now? what’s everyone wearing?” because I’m curious, but most of the time, I like that I have some distance from it all. It keeps me grounded (and I end up saving so much money!)