I never once considered that something I saw as so beautiful, an artistic expression even, would have such a hideous dark side.
Every time I bought something from one of my favorite stores, I was contributing to the deplorable treatment of garment workers overseas. Every shirt dress, pair of jeans I purchased was stitched together by a woman who was being imprisoned in a cruel and vicious cycle of poverty, all because of these purchases. I always heard the term "sweatshops" growing up, but I never really knew what it was exactly or where and when it occurred. I was ignorant enough to believe they were a thing of the past or that they only existed in third world countries and America had absolutely no part in sustaining them. Through the mindless consumption of Americans, innocent women are paying a heavy price every single day. If we do not wake up and open our eyes, these women will continue to suffer as we simultaneously destroy the planet, and destroy the health of otherwise healthy individuals.