I understand that I may come off as materialistic every now and again- sometimes I think twice about posting what I bought/want to buy. But the truth is that I’m not sorry at all- I love pretty things. I love bags and clothes and make-up. If that makes me materialistic, so what. At the end of the day I pay it all with my own money, it makes me happy and I’m not hurting anyone.
But you are so, so wrong if you think that I work 10 hour days so I can buy a new lipstick or dress. Or that I busted my ass off to get a Distinction average so I could get a new pair of shoes.
When I passed all my subjects for my degree, I called my grandparents in Nepal and they all cried because I was the first child to graduate from university here. My parents left Nepal 18 years ago for this great ~dream~ and being able to turn around and say “Look- I’m doing it and achieving things” is honestly the most amazing feeling in the world. THAT is my motivation. To make them proud. To make all their sacrifies worthwhile. To set a good example for my siblings.
So yes I have big hopes and dreams and ambitions and owning pretty things is a by product of that. But that isn’t the whole reason. That isn’t even close. There is so much to my story that just because I don’t talk about them on here doesn’t mean they don’t exist. I got the expectations of about three generations on my shoulders, love.
So life lesson of the day: don’t judge a book by it’s cover. Or: don’t judge a random chick on the internet because she likes Christian Dior makeup.
I LOVE YOU FOR THIS.