Compulsive Shopping Term Paper

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Shopaholic

I'm a shopaholic. There's absolutely no getting around it. For years I managed to justify my new Tommy Hilfiger jeans, Gap sweaters, and shiny new gadgets with excuses like "I need them for work" or "Everyone else has one, why can't I?" I went on giving excuses, buying completely unnecessary, expensive stuff, and never really giving it much of a second thought until it finally caught up to me one day last May, and I was forced to see how my actions were affecting my future.

I'd had a horrible day at work. My boss had criticized my latest project, saying it was "amateurish" and suggested that I focus a little more seriously on my career (ouch!) and I was feeling more than a little depressed. So naturally, I went shopping. I didn't even think about it. I was knee deep in the sale rack at my local department store less than ten minutes after leaving work. By the time I stumbled in my front door, it was four hours later, and I was so heavily weighed down by bags that my muscles in my thighs were throbbing. The trouble was, I didn't really feel much better. As a matter of fact, I felt a little.
.. ashamed. This was no way for a mature, intelligent woman to act. I could probably have used the time to go over my trashed project, or at least let some steam off with some friends. Now I had a substantial pile of new sweaters, three pairs of low-rise blue jeans that I would never wear, and a fantastic new pair of pumps, but I'd traded it for my self-respect. As I started to flip through my mail, I thought I couldn't feel any worse.

I was wrong. At the top of the pile was my newest VISA bill. I gingerly opened it, expecting to see my usual bill of about $500. Instead, I saw line after line of black ink, each corresponding directly to something new in my closet. There was the $125 pair of new boots at Aldo. A $76 pair of pants and JC Penny. And worst of all, a $239 bill from my little indulgences at Victoria's Secret. What was I thinking, anyway? Who honestly needs that much lacy underwear? All in all, the VISA bill came to about $2,100. I felt sick. How was that possible? When had I spun so completely out of control?

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