Dear Forever XXI,
I remember when you first opened in my mall in middle school. Your mannequins were faceless and your clothes were cheap. Though I was a far cry from 21, your prices were right and I was outgrowing Limited Too, and thus, a love affair began.
After my job at American Eagle in college ended, you and I were serious again. I could always rely on you to provide a top to wear for a night out (but not pants. Never pants. Have you ever sold pants for a girl shorter than 5'8"?). Sometimes I could even piece together a decent outfit for a presentation at school amidst the sparkles and the corsets that dominated the racks. When a brightly lit, two story Forever XXI opened up in a nearby mall (only known as XXI then), I thought that my solution for where to shop for the rest of my life was through. In your multiple stories with three sets of fitting rooms, I didn't think I would ever have a reason to go elsewhere.
But, my dear XXI (Twenty-one? ex-ex-eye? What are you really called now? It's like I barely know you!) - I think we have grown apart. I have gotten older, but you have stayed the same age (name that movie). Your tops fray at the seams and shrink in the wash. Zippers get stuck and black t-shirts are see through if I end up in a photo while wearing one (not that I have embarrassing photographic evidence...). The music is too loud and the stores are so bright and I am well beyond 21. Sure, you're good for the casual thrill if I want a trendy accessory - I am human and not beyond the call of your siren song - but I think we should break up. Or at least go on a break. I'm tired of cami straps breaking in the wash and the gold from your necklaces disappearing. I've gotten older, and it's time to spend real money on some real clothes. Clothes that aren't considered high-low, have actual linings and come in numbered sizes.
But you better believe, if I decide that I need some booties or some plaid this fall, I will come back and beg your forgiveness.
All dresses from Forever 21. Why oh why do I not know where else to get dresses?
Wedding shower (ick) | Friend's graduation party (not my Louboutins... and I kind of still like this dress) | In Austin looking like I belong on a farm or something.