subconsciously analyzing every millimeter of my torso.
Third dressing room of the day, and the walls begin to choke me.
I'd been happy with nothing.
It all looked bad.
But not on the hanger.
It took a full 5.789 seconds to deduct 437 negative things about
my 'bingo wings'
So I hung those two cotton shirts up on their plastic hangers
with full knowledge that feelings lie.
the mirror lies.
And I grabbed my purse and got out of there.
Today wasn't a great day to be adventurous.
And I'm okay with that.
I'm okay as long as I know that
feelings can be liars.
thoughts can be liars.
And the mirror can be a liar.
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