I’m standing near a fitting room when a woman steps out, faces the mirror, and asks no one in particular, “I don’t even know if I should buy it or not.” Without thinking too much, I answer honestly. I mention that the blouse looks a little tight, that the fabric pulls across her back and the sleeves sit awkwardly. My tone isn’t harsh—just practical, the way you’d speak to a friend who wanted real feedback.
She blushes instantly, eyes dropping before lifting again to meet her reflection. After a quiet moment, she exhales and says, almost to herself, “I’m trying to lose weight. I thought buying this size would motivate me.” There’s no drama in her voice, just vulnerability. Suddenly, I understand this wasn’t about the blouse at all.
The mirror isn’t showing fabric anymore. It’s showing pressure, expectation, and the idea that comfort has to be earned later. I realize she’s really asking for reassurance—for permission to feel okay right now, not someday.
I choose my words carefully. I tell her clothes are meant to fit us, not test us. That comfort isn’t a reward for future success—it’s something we deserve today. I suggest trying the next size up, not as giving up, but as being kind to herself.
She nods and steps back into the fitting room. When she comes out again, the blouse sits smoothly. Her shoulders relax. Her posture changes before her face does. She looks at herself, then at me, and says, “I feel better.” Not thinner. Not fixed. Just better. And as she walks toward the register, I’m reminded how powerful a little honesty and kindness can be—especially when we offer it to ourselves.
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