Confessions of a Shopaholic

This blog, not to be confused with the movie starring Isla Fisher, is titled confessions of a shopaholic solely because I am admitting that I have had a problem with shopping for several years.  My obsession with clothing has always existed (need I remind you that I spent 70% of my waking time as a child drawing outfits into specific detail and dressing and re-dressing my Bratz dolls).  However, I did not get to express myself through clothing until I reached high school (another reminder: I went to a private middle school that required a uniform and specific dress code).  When I transferred into the public high school, I had no idea what to wear everyday. I went through awkward phases of outfits for the first month or so trying to combine what little options I had at the time.  This is when my shopping became a issue. I would go to say, Plato's closet, and buy about 150 dollars worth of clothes at a time...this would occur every few months. Eventually I started buying things straight from the stores in the mall and once I got a debit card I started with the ever loving online shopping phase. I began to collect enough clothes to be able to wear a different outfit everyday. I know what you're thinking; I'm just like Kate from Lizzie McGuire. I mean who gives a shit if you're an "outfit repeater?"  I did.
I even had my own tradition of wearing a dress or a skirt every Friday. I couldn't wear jeans on Fridays because it's like If I did I would betray some sort of covenant with myself.
I'm not lying to you- I literally wore a different outfit everyday (except for one occasion I rewore an outfit I really liked and then my friend pointed out that I had worn it before and I was mortified and never did it again).  I even remember one WEEKEND I wore an outfit that I had once worn to school earlier in the semester and one of my guy friends pointed it out. It was like I had a standard in my head to live up to and I couldn't back out.  Therefore I kept shopping.  And once my collection had overflowed my closets(yes, plural) I'd sort through them, give them away to friends, and then almost immediately replace what is gotten rid of.
This is the real issue of my shopping addiction.  I can't get rid of the evidence.  Even when I sort through and throw out several trash bags full, there's not a single dent made.  I am always and forever overwhemimgly surrounded by clothes.
I never realized how bad it was until this week.  I had sorted out a lot of clothes for a garage sale (again it didn't look like it) and I also started packing for France.  Obviously I couldn't take my entire wardrobe to France because that would take about 20 large suitcases....or more...so I had to choose wisely.   I ended up deciding to pack 5 fun dresses and then all basic tops and bottoms. I figure I could add scarves and hats and jewelry to make my outfits look different everyday.
Now that I have all of that packed up I look in my bedroom to see 4 overflowed closets - plus a rack in the basement- of clothes I will not be wearing for a year.
What will I do when I get home?  Will I like this stuff anymore? And if I don't, what do I do with it?  And that's just clothing items; don't get me started I shoes and hair accessories.  I'm a mess.  I'm a metaphorical Titanic sinking in a sea of fashion.  I never thought it would ever feel like a bad thing to have "too many" clothes.  Well here I am, crashing into the iceberg called REALITY and I'm sending out an SOS.