Our initial article garnered a deluge of thoughtful responses, as women shared their feelings and journeys. Here are some of their voices
I never, ever buy myself clothes. It’s a combination of no-time-no-money-maybe-I’ll-magically-be-thinner-and-fit-into-everything feelings.
But I was desperate.
So, when I had an hour to spare in Rosebank the other day, I sauntered into The Space, an artsy-trendy-incense-burning clothes shop I adore. After drooling over the racks of glorious clothing, I took two of the same style dresses to try on. One was black, and one was a light pink, floral, whimsical material. I tried on the black one first and came out to the central mirror to have a proper look. It was pretty and comfortable.
Another lady was there, also trying on dresses, and examining herself in front of the mirror.
I went back and tried on the pink dress. The woman was still there. We smiled awkwardly at each other, then she told me, “The black dress was more flattering.”
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