I was the queen of "faking it till I make it." Designer bags (rented), bottomless brunches (split seven ways), and a social calendar so full it could have been a diplomatic tour. To the outside world, Carrie Bradshaw was my spirit animal. Heels on the pavement, a witty quip for every crisis, and a closet that screamed "effortless."
If you had told me two years ago that I would be typing this from a cramped studio apartment, eating ramen with a plastic fork, I would have laughed in your face. Not because I was rich, but because I was a master of the illusion. carrie brokeamateurs
I sold the rented bag. I canceled the subscription boxes. I learned to cook (badly, but cheaply). I started saying "no" to things that didn't serve my actual bank balance. I was the queen of "faking it till I make it