I can pretty much promise you I'm nowhere near as embarrassed saying that than how I felt as a kid.
I like nice carpet and flooring...because we had a 3rd hand piece of carpet that stunk of cat piss and you couldn't take your shoes off because your socks would end up either black or black and red from slicing your foot open on something like a random piece of glass, a nail or random bit of metal before you got a punch in the side of the head for bleeding everywhere.
I like a nice sofa...because I had to sit on the floor with the animals as I didn't deserve a seat.
I like nice ingredients like olive oil, butter and good quality chicken...because I was so poorly fed that I stopped growing.
I like nice bedding...because I remember how cold I got at night and how it made me itch (although some of that would have been down to fleas, rather than scratchy nylon).
I like nice clothes...because I didn't have a coat for years and I had the piss taken out of me at school for being scruffy and dirty
I like nice shoes...because I didn't have a choice about what size I was given and would have blood pouring into them.
I like nice toiletries, because I wasn't allowed to wash more than once a week and was nicknamed Greaseball at school.
So yeah, I like nice things. And anybody who looks down on me for having the balls to say that actually, I am worth having nice stuff and I do deserve to be comfortable, clean, warm and safe, can fuck right off.