Retail Therapy: Joyous or Just Shallow?

The other day, I bought a pair of green satin heels I didn’t need. I say need lightly because technically, none of us “need” four-inch stilettos in a shade that looks like a mojito. But there I was, standing in my apartment, still wearing the shoes, no outfit, no occasion, just... hope.

They made me feel something. Something being the urge to take a full-length mirror selfie.

Which brings me to the question I keep asking myself lately: is retail therapy joyous... or is it just shallow with good lighting?

As a fashion girlie - raised on runway reruns and early-2000s Vogue - I’ve always believed in the power of a good outfit. Fashion helped me survive heartbreak, job interviews, loneliness, and the void of a Sunday night. It gave me language before I had confidence. It’s not just about shopping; it’s about becoming.

But lately, things feel different.

The Instagram Effect

(and the Performance of Happiness)

Retail therapy used to be about feeling better. Now, it sometimes feels like buying a ticket to belong. You buy the coat, take the mirror selfie, post it with a witty caption.

You're still you. But poorer. That was always the case, it used to make you temporarily happy. But now you're less happy - waiting for likes or external validation.

My friend Lana said it best:

“Instagram turned my closet into a performance. I used to buy clothes because I loved them. Now I buy them for stories I haven’t even lived yet.”

And let’s not ignore the elephant in the designer showroom, Instagram has quietly, aggressively tied our self-worth to aesthetics. If your life doesn’t look rich, polished, well-curated... are you even adulting right?

Joy is measurable in swipe-ups and affiliate links.

Age, Confidence & the Cost of Feeling Seen

Now that I’m 28, my relationship with shopping has changed. At 22, I’d spend half my paycheck on a Zara haul to feel “grown up.” Now, I look at price tags and think,

“Is this serotonin or is it just capitalism with extra sparkle?”

There’s this weird tension between knowing that fashion heals, and realizing that chasing “the next thing” often leaves you emptier than before. The highs are quick, like sugar rushes. The crash? It hits when you realize you’re buying to cover something deeper.

My friend Noor, who’s 32 and has the most effortlessly chic vibe, told me:

“I used to shop to impress others. Now I shop to feel like myself. And honestly? That means buying way less.”

Amen.

The Love + The Meta

Pun intended. Here’s the truth I sit with:

I love fashion. I love the drama of a structured blazer, the power of a red lip, the sound of boots echoing on pavement like any other NewYork girl.

But I also know fashion is a system that feeds on insecurity and reinvents need every season. It’s art. It’s also marketing. Retail therapy isn’t evil. But it’s not therapy either, well, unless it gives you advice on how to heal. When are we getting those boots, OpenAI?

So... Joyous or Shallow?

Both. It depends on the day, the purchase, and the person.

Buy the shoes if they make you feel brave. Skip the haul if it makes you feel hollow. Or poor.

And if you're shopping to forget, pause. Ask yourself: “What am I really trying to wear right now, this dress, or a feeling?” Either way, fashion’s always there. Just try to make sure you still recognize yourself under all those layers.

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