There is nothing more humbling than trying on clothes in a fitting room. The picture in your head what you look like is crumpled and then trampled on. And then shredded to pieces when self-doubt creeps in.
These are some of the legitimate questions that come to mind when you look at yourself in the multiple mirrors, showing your flaws from every possible angle (why, store designers, why???):
'God, look at that saggy cellulite-y ass... surely it can't be mine?'
'Did I use to have love handles?'
'A spot? There? Really?'
'And I thought I had nice legs/ass/boobs, etc. (choose the area which has offended you the most)'
'What's with those bags under my eyes?'
I can go on, but I am sure you get the picture (as crumpled as it is). The question that pops into my head is - do stores really want to sell more, if they have come up with this torture of a fitting room, where the harsh lighting and badly positioned mirrors are the norm? Or may be they hope you are realistic enough about what you look like when you enter this infernal room.
Argh...
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