When I was younger, the only thing my parents could afford was pre-owned clothing from our local thrift shop. To my younger self, the thrift shop was just as good as a mall, if not better. I would spend hours there, picking out clothes that I would proudly wear to school the next week. I would pick out trendy denim skirts, adorable graphic tees, and sparkly, pink sneakers. I lived out my princess fantasy by acting like it was my very own walk-in closet. For me, thrift shops were my little heaven.