I really wish I could express my contempt for fast fashion. It's deep. And it's real. As a student of product development (an expensive way of saying fashion design), I hated listening to professors list of the social, economic, and environmental ramifications of cheaply produced, on trend clothing because who are you to tell me that my latest Forever 21 shopping spree is terrible on every level? To a broke college student, there was no better feeling than being able to buy an entire night out look for less than fifty dollars week after week.
As I get older, I've realized the importance of taking it slow and how there is beauty in that. I used to walk everywhere fast, talk fast, eat as if someone was going to still my food (actually I still do that), and get annoyed at anyone who didn't move at my neck breaking pace. How dare they move at a reasonable pace? Don't they understand that life is short? Now, I find myself wanting to appreciate every moment, even the small ones. I've been loving boredom lately: taking the time to breathe and think and feel has become a hobby. I used to love the instant gratification of fast: fast fashion, fast relationships, fast food. Now, more and more, I realize that slow is beautiful.