Am I Really Who I Thought I Was Not?

For years I've always prided myself on not being what my mother and the rest of society expected me to be as a female in this world: JAPPY. I rarely care about how I dress; opting for sweats and a hoody, never wear make up; rarely even lip gloss or chapstick, etc. Aside from my hair, which is just about my only observable appearance trait that I take care of, nothing else really matters to me. In addition, I've always claimed I wasn't a label whore, that I didnt purposely shop for brand names that supposedly boost my image.

Today however I was proved seriously wrong. For months (well really, years) I've purchased many pairs of pants that I should have shortened due to my vertical disorder.. however, as lazy as I am, I never made time to go to the tailor to have them reduced to my height. Today I did, after much pressure and an ultimatum from my mom.

So I went through my closet at warp speed, tried on every pair of pants I own to see if they needed to be "adjusted" to my height. Collected the TWELVE pairs that needed shortening and headed to Rockland Tailors ironically located in Cote St. Luc Shopping Centre. To my absolute HORROR, of the 12 pants, 6 were Juicy Couture, 3 were no names from Target, 1 was a pair of Rock and Republic jeans, 1  was a pair of Parasuco Jeans,  and 1 pair were Adidas sweatpants. 

Clearly I am a brand whore and I'm both sincerely ashamed and apologetic for lying to myself all these years. Of the 12 pairs of pants I've bought within the past 2 years that needed shortening, a whooping SEVENTY FIVE percent were labeled. 

Perhaps I'm the one who labeled myself incorrectly.