As an aspiring fashionista I wanted new clothes and shoes
Shopping for them was a way to drive away the blues
I would wear things once and put away
Clothes that did not then see the light of the day
For days, months, even years, I confess
I dressed for pleasure, I dressed to impress
Even though showing off was not strictly my intention
I sent off the message that I had beautiful possessions
My spare time was spent in browsing websites
Adding clothes to my cart was my indulgence most nights
In what was my previous life I would have certainly
Been outraged if you mentioned wearing preowned things to me
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When the pandemic hit, there was nowhere to go
At work, hidden under PPE my clothes did not show
My wardrobe became a museum of sorts
In my germophobic state, I definitely did not
Miss donning new outfits every day
The landfills must be thanking me today
I realized how I was playing a part
In degrading the environment by filling up my cart
As opportunities arose to go out some more
I did not rush to physical or online clothing stores
Instead more creative I got with my closet
My shopping threshold had been reset
When the need and urge to buy something new arose
Preowned items (likely preloved too) I chose
From the waste of fast fashion to steps albeit small
Towards conservation, my attitude underwent an overhaul
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I’m trying to get back to my fashion-loving ways
I am glad to say, in more sustainable ways
Pleasant side effects of this change happen to be
More saving, more authenticity, more creativity..
Passion...unbridled 