i'm just a girl, looking at some boots, asking them to love her

So, I can count on one hand the times when I have been truly and deeply moved by an article of clothing.  Usually, clothes are just clothes and ...you know, whatever.  But a few times, I have had that defining moment of womanhood where you look at that sweater and YOU MUST HAVE IT AND IT WILL REDEFINE YOUR LIFE.  There was a sweater when I was 14.  A dress when I was 22.  A vintage blouse when I was 20.  And now, at 24, there are these boots:

They...they just complete me.  They are perfect.  They are everything.  They are Betsey Johnson Llola boots.

But you know what's funny that I just realized?  That sweater that I loved when I was 14?  It was at The Buckle, where Becca worked for a month or two, and I would go visit her and look at it and loooooove it (it was a brown hoodie with red and brown and orange stripes), but then I tried it on and I didn't like it anymore.  It fit all weird and funky and didn't change me into the person I saw in my head when I looked at it on the display.  The dress?  I bought it, wore it once, and have been too scared and fat-feeling to ever even try it on again.  So it sits in my closet, being sad and wishing someone else had bought it and given it the life it deserved.  Probably I would not live up to these boots, or they would not live up to me.  And that is why I am not going to even imagine going on a crazy binge and spending a ridiculous $130 on them.  And if we keep having earthquakes like we did today and the end of the world happens, I will not regret not having these boots.  ...But when I am wandering the lonely roads of post-apocalyptic America slaying zombies and scavenging for water and food and toting a machete, I will TOTALLY regret not having these.  Luckily by then they will be considerably cheaper.  THEN I WILL BE HAPPY.