Why I'm not a minimalist:
((Just to clarify from the start, Im not harping on you if minimalism is your thing and brings you peace. And this is largely centered on pop minimalism))
But I am not a minimalist, and I have no desire of becoming one. I feel attached to my belongings, they have often been painstakingly curated, they are investments, so many of them are gifts, or treasures symbolic of the days I spent when they were gathered. They hold energy from their pasts and hold mine too. They bring me comfort. Establish sense and place around me. And I pass them down to people I love, and pray they receive the care they deserve and that they too give the same care they bestowed me.
And I don't think there is anything wrong with this. I think, actually, it can be quite good.
I think, in an impulse to undermine capitalism and consumerism (in a very neoliberal way), many jumped to minimalism as a relief. And there is something freeing and releasing there (I've had to get rid of nearly everything I own several times due to toxic mold).
But, the final iteration of so many forms of minimalism is actually a hyperconsumption, predominating with "one in, one out" mantras that reveal class and income. So many minimalists casually discuss trading their closet out frequently with new pieces, seemingly unaware of the luxury that is. Their homes and wardrobes are *minimal* because everything they could need or want is just awaiting their purchase. They are alienated from their belongings, and the painstaking labor, or the love, that went into them and was probably unfairly compensated.
They don't fear that their minimalism is scarcity, that they don't have the simple things they *need*. And that they really may not be able to get them.
But for us with financial trauma, even just epigenetically, it's likely that the pure fear of the *real* possibility of being without prevents us from this lax *minimalist* approach. Because if you don't have a consistent and good sense of income, or afraid of what that has felt like, it's hard to throw out or donate that slightly tattered or ill fitting piece, when you're not positive it won't be your only resort in the near future.