Hey, polyester. I’m dumping you.
You and I weren’t a match made in heaven even from the very start.
Back in the 90s, when I was first able to drive and therefore sifting through the Goodwill’s racks (much to my mother’s chagrin) is when I first started to take note of fabric content, and I noticed that you weren’t my fave.
Often, I’d spy an amazing psychedelic dress or top, only to find it scratchy to the touch, and I’d check the tag, and sure enough – it was you. So I’d wistfully put the lovely paisley dress back, knowing that however amazing looking it item was, I’d never wear something so … sandpaper-like.
As time marched on, clothing makers got savvier with their fabric blends, and you evolved into something softer. So, you know, I took a chance and started buying you from time to time.
But here’s the thing, polyester: every time I bought a piece of clothing made out of you, I’d smell WRETCHED within a few hours, and I am really not a stinky person!
I do, however, have a sensitive nose, and if I can’t bear to smell myself come noon? Yeah. Ain’t no way I’m going to be wearing that shirt any time again soon.
So I had to ask Google – what in the world is polyester made out of that makes me smell like a pubescent rhino?
And polyester, do you know what I learned? I learned that you are made out of plastic. No wonder my armpits can’t breathe!
Now, I like to consider myself a pretty eco-conscious person. I recycle. I use biodegradable diapers. (I used cloth on the first two, but c’mon… third kid. Now we’re all lucky if the laundry gets folded in a timely manner.) I use cloth napkins. So it kills me that I have been unknowingly buying plastic clothing.
Polyester, you aren’t biodegradable in the least.
In fact, it takes polyester 20 to 200 years to decompose.
And know what else? You’re derived from petroleum, making you one of the biggest pollutants on the planet.
We’re also finding lots of you in the ocean, and I’m pretty sure that’s not good.
So that’s it, polyester. You and I are breaking up. It’s not me, it’s you.
Oh sure, I’m open to still being friends with your sister, recycled polyester. And upcycled polyester? Yep, that damage has already been done, so I’d rather that garment get some love than end up in a landfill. But I refuse to contribute to our toxic relationship any longer, polyester. You and I are OVER.