So I just got back from Fashion Week. I was gone for two weeks. I was in Milan and then I was in Paris.

I did the whole thing this season. I went to seven fashion shows. And when I tell you that there is

nothing in my brain right now other than fashion, there's nothing else in my brain. I'm not kidding. I had a

conversation yesterday with a friend who could not give less of a fuck about fashion. And I was like,

I don't know how to conversate with this person because the only thing I'm thinking about is fashion.

Like, I fully immersed myself in the fashion world in a dangerous way in the last two weeks.

I think it's because I took it more seriously this season than I ever had before.

I've always loved fashion.

I've always loved going to the shows and being a part of it in person.

Even when my imposter syndrome kicks in

and I'm like, why am I here? Why did they invite me here? I've always loved it. Like, after my first

fashion show, I was like, yep, I love this. It's exciting. It inspires me fashion-wise. You know,

even if I see a show that I don't like, it just further helps me

develop my taste. I'm like, okay, well, now I know I don't like that. Like, even though I've

always loved fashion in fashion week, I've never taken it as seriously as I did this last season.

Like, this last season, it became a sport for me. I was like, I want to go to as many shows as I can.

I want to wear outfits to these shows that I'm really proud of.

I want to put extra effort in and really make them good, you know?

Every last detail from the accessories to the hair and makeup, my stylist and I really took

it fucking seriously this season. Anytime we weren't at a show, we were planning the next look.

You know, we were at fittings, we were making mood boards for the hair and makeup.

Like, we were so into it, okay? And it was so fun. Like, it was so fun. And it felt like, listen, I know I used the

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