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I am not a Shoeaholic I am just helping the economy

I just don't understand why people make fuss about the way girls shop. Okay yes we love shopping and yes at time we do go over board with it  but I am sure looking good is not going to harm anyone not even the generous husbands and boyfriends after all it's for them that all the effort is taken (at least that is what we want them to think )

Shopping is like yoga for girls it removes all the negatively inside us, it makes us happy. It is like our way for dealing with stress. A nice dress, lovely pair of shoes to go with them and a extremely stylish bag is our life mantra and we sure do work hard for it. We earn,we spend seems legit.

These days the thing that I am going completely crazy about is shoes. Omg even thinking about them makes me super excited. According to me shoes define people be it a boy or a girl a great pair of shoes is all you need to lift you energy up. even a simple dress can look  extremely fashionable if you pair them with right shoes. They sure can break or make your personality.

Need to impress someone , shoes will help. You can spend all the money that you have in the world  on shoes and still you won't regret it (except the part when you go bankrupt) . If you're going through a bad break up go out there and pamper yourself with something absolutely stunning.If your love life is amazing then an even better reason to pamper your self. Life is too short to regret. It's okay to go all crazy and completely legal to remove your frustration on your credit card and if you are angry on you're husband use his credit card you will love it :)

                     "Remember Money can't buy you Love but it sure can buy you shoes"
XOXOXO

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