Julie smiles. “I think you’ll feel confident in them, honey. Your jeans are too baggy and they aren’t helping your confidence at all.”
I look down at my frumpy attire. My jeansarebaggy, but that’s because I’m too embarrassed of people seeing my fat legs in tight pants. I also wear size large T-shirts everywhere because I’ve never bothered to try on a medium. It’s too scary.
I look around, making sure we’re alone in the store before I say anything. “I guess my biggest fear is that I’ll try to look nice and I’ll fail miserably. I’d rather look frumpy than like an idiot.”
“Honey, you won’t look like an idiot.” Julie smiles encouragingly. “You are a beautiful girl, and the more I’ve gotten to know you over the last few days, the more I worry about you. You’ve let your self-esteem slip too low. All you need is a boost and a good wardrobe fix and you’ll be smiling in no time.”
I try to smile but it comes out unsure and awkward. I know she’s only trying to help, but putting makeup on a pig doesn’t turn it into a lioness. I should know.
“I’ll try out your idea,” I say, trying to force myself to go along with it. I do have some money in the bank, after all. “Maybe I could go down there during my lunch break?”
Julie beams. “Totally! I’m excited to see what you come back with. You’re going to looksocute!”
“Uh-huh,” I say, letting sarcasm drip from my words. “Sure I will.”
