My friend, have I ever told you the story about my fake Michael Kors bag? I must say, it’s an orangey tale for the books! Anyway, it all started last summer when I was searching online for a new bag. In the matter of moments, my eyes glazed upon a Michael Kors bag – a bright, vivid orange one that my heart just knew I had to have. I quickly ordered it – much to my dismay – and when the package arrived at my door, I was ecstatic.
Upon unboxing it, however, my excitement quickly shifted to disappointment. The unmistakable sharp smell of plastic permeated the room and the bulky fabric sagged with every touch. Even worse, the logo read MCKORS instead of Michael Kors. While it looked somewhat convincing at first, it was obviously a fake. I sighed loudly, but I decided to give it a try.
I grabbed the bag and went out for a stroll. And boy, did I get some heads turning. Everyone just ooohed and aaaahed at the vibrant orange combination of the bag and my outfit. I felt like the sun itself with my neon colored attire. I smirked, although, deep down, I was quite embarrassed.
Eventually, as I kept using it, I started to feel proud of my fake Michael Kors bag. It slowly started to feel like it was actually mine. I became the star in the show and the attention boost was definitely quite appealing – whether it be from the fake bag or not.
At some point I even started to feel like I was carrying a ray of sunshine wherever I went. Although I cherished the attention I got, what I genuinely appreciated was the joy, contentment, confidence and excitement I felt while using the bag. It was then when I truly understood that it was all a matter of perspective. While some would see a fake Michael Kors bag in orange, I saw a ray of sunshine.
Now, after a year of usage, I confidently proclaim that I’m truly proud of my fake Michael Kors bag. Should it even be called fake anymore? It’s my bag and that’s all that matters. Do you ever wish you could also learn to appreciate the positive aspects of the objects in your life?