This is day one of attempting to stop using retail therapy. I have many bad habits, but this is an old, firmly entrenched one. I can trace it back to the dangerous combination of the heady freedom of receiving my first paycheck, and a closet full of my brother's woefully tattered hand-me-downs.
After years of short,home-shorn hair and boy's clothing, I ached to look girlishly attractive. No one was ever going to mistakenly assume that there were three BOYS in my family again!
My earnings, tiny as they were, went directly to the hairdresser and my wardrobe. I was 14 years old.
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