I'm angry at myself because I can't stop buying bras (I can't stop buying other things too, but there's no explanation for those purchases).

I have this trauma from when I was a teenager and no bras would fit me, let alone the pretty ones my female peers were wearing. I was stuck with ill-fitting granny bras. Plain, beige, black or white. And incredibly expensive. Guess how the young version of me felt about that.

Some years later, I went to the UK and there I stocked up on pretty, youthful looking bras, and I was so happy. I also got bikinis. Yay.

But then I came back to Spain, and so did new lingerie stores that catered for +C women. The new bras were much cheaper than my former ones, much better fitting and much cuter.

And then I got a membership card that allows me to get everything 50% off during the whole year. I had to pay 50€ for that, but they will give me a 50€ gift card when I finally quit the club and the money has been way used up by now anyways.

The thing is, now I can't stop buying new pretty bras. I really don't need new bras, but I just can't help getting new ones every time I go to the store (which is why I don't visit the store very often). I went there on Thursday to get a basic bra in a nude color but they didn't have it. Instead, I came home with a black&white striped bra. I went to the same store today to exchange a bra for my sister that didn't fit her, and came back home with a beautiful grey lacy bra. I'm just glad their underpants don't fit me too, otherwise I would be spending double the money.

I suppose because I missed out on beautiful lingerie for years, now I'm in love with the idea of looking great under my street clothes. But this has to stop! Like: now. Today.

Although I'll still buy the nude t-shirt bra when I find it in my size. That one I actually need.

PS: I have the same problem with books. And shoes. But I haven't bought a book in months (well, I did, but it was second-hand!). I can't speak about the shoes.