cognitive disonance

so i'm getting really into fashion lately. i'm buying/wearing things that i told myself i never would. i finally gave in & got skinny jeans & footless tights and have started wearing uggs with skirts and over jeans....typical trendy stuff. which in and of itself is no big deal, right? (though my friends tease me and say i'm like a highschooler). but somehow i feel like i am betraying myself. here i am, miss social justice, wants to live in the ghetto, hippie and i am literally sitting in class doodling different outfits i can put together, or trying to come up with new styles. who is this person? what happened to the girl that only showered every 3 days and wore tried to wear sweats to class. my college roomate says that it is because i am back in california....as if there is some sort of magic fashion bug you get whenever you cross over the state line. my sister is the real fashionista in the family. i've decided that maybe i can live out my passions & still live vicariously through my sister....espeically if she goes to fashion school, i am so mooching off her sewing skills. hmmm....is there something inherently wrong with wearing custom-made couture clothing while living in the ghetto?