Taylor Swift’s Life of a Showgirl Has Officially has rewired my brain and replaced it with metaphors, sequins, and rhinestones.

There are albums you listen to — and then there are albums that move in, take over your personality, and start redecorating your brain with rhinestones. Life of a Showgirl is absolutely the latter.

Ever since release day, my thoughts have been narrated by Taylor Swift in glitter-dipped metaphors. I’m walking like it’s a runway, processing emotions in full choreography, and mentally adding sparkles to every sad thought. It’s not a phase — it’s a rhinestone-coded lifestyle.

Taylor didn’t just drop an album; she dropped a thesis on performance, vulnerability, and reinvention — disguised as a disco ball. Each track feels like a curtain call for a different version of yourself: the dreamer, the lover, the one still standing under the spotlight even after the applause fades.

Now my brain runs entirely on metaphors, heartbreak, and sequins. I’ve stopped fighting it. If being happy and sparkly is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

So yes, Life of a Showgirl rewired my brain — and honestly, it looks fabulous in rhinestones.