I never realized there was a reason behind always wanting to buy more—shoes, bags, and things that pile up but never seem enough. It is not just about shopping. It is about making up for the times when wanting something meant knowing you could not have it. The child who stared at store windows, who wished but never asked, learned to silence their desires because they were too expensive to even dream about. So as we grow older, we buy what we once had to let go of. Not just because we want to, but because a part of us is still trying to heal. Yet no matter how much we collect, nothing can truly erase the feeling of being that child who had to settle for less.
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