Do I Feel naked without it?

On identity, confidence, and why I’ll never leave the house without a bag.

There are things I can easily live without.

And then there are things I simply can’t function without, like I’m incomplete without them.

That’s a handbag.

(Photo by Theresa, founder of RAWZ)

A handbag makes the woman.

And not just that, the more bags you have, the more versions of yourself you carry.

That’s my motto… unfortunately.

Leaving the house without a handbag is a silent rule. You just don’t break it.

An outfit without a bag feels like a sentence without a period.

For me, a handbag is the basis of a look.

Anyone with even a hint of fashion sense knows that style is a way of saying who you are.

And for me, no item does it better than a handbag.

There’s nothing more personal than the look of your bag.

When I see someone with a minimalist mini-bag, I immediately picture a person who knows exactly what they need.

Keys. A lipstick. A card holder.

There’s no room for clutter in that bag. No room for insecurity.

Just a confident, curated selection of items, purposeful and elegant.

And then there’s me.

Team shopping bags.

Not because I carry unnecessary stuff.

But because I need space.

Space for practical things. Space for my day.

My bag is precisely organized – well, at least when I leave the house.

But make no mistake: there’s no chaos. I know exactly where everything is.

Jane Birkin would get it.

So yes… I might forget my charger, my lip gloss, or even my mood.

But my handbag?

Never.

Sure, I’d survive without it…

But I’d know I left without...

Without a period.

Written by Veronika Votavová