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I shift my attention to the left. Leopard print. Nah, that doesn’t feel like me at all.
Leah rubs her fingers over a zebra print top. “There are three of us that go to thrift stores throughout the city in search of unique items, fitting the different personality types.” Her eyes dance with merriment. “And these are our finds.”
“Wow.” This is cool. No wonder the girls like the place. “How do I know what to select?”
“You don’t have to worry about it. I knew which style you were when you walked through the door, but that isn’t the process. The process is for you to take the quiz and try on clothing from each of the four personality types. Throughout the clothing try-on, you’ll discover for yourself what movement style you follow.”
Is she serious? This is hard to believe. Yet, I follow her to the changing room, where four piles of clothing are hanging on the hooks.
“I had my assistant gather these while you were filling out the questionnaire.” Leah waggles her eyebrows. “Start with what you’d never wear.”
I walk to the hangers holding the leopard print fabric pants and orange and khaki items. The items are too bold for me.
“Perfect.” She shuts the door behind me.
Thirty minutes later, I’m standing in front of Dani, Ashley, and Leah wearing the mauve A-line dress that sways around my knees when I walk and hugs my chest and hips. Hugs, not strangles. It’s soft, muted, and perfect. I stare in the mirror with wide eyes. “It’s crazy. How did you know?”
“It’s all in the way you move. You flow.” Leah waves her hand like she’s surfing on the ocean. “Going through life with ease.”
I’ve never gone through life with ease. That makes no sense. “I thought you had to wear black pants and button-up tops to be professional.”
Leah laughs, and I cringe. Crap. She’s dressed to the nines. “It’s fine. This is my go-to. Not yours. The point of this process is to discover it makes no sense for you to try and put a round peg into a square hole.”
I spin in a circle and stare into the mirror as the girls talk. It’s crazy. This is the most comfortable I’ve been in my own skin. It’s mind-blowing. Everything else I tried on felt wrong, and the second I slipped into this outfit, I felt–at peace.
Hair and make-up. Excitement bubbles inside of my chest. It’s time. I spin on my low heel. “What kind of hairstyle and make-up go with my personality type?” I’m as giddy as a toddler standing in front of a chocolate fountain.
What would Knox think?
Please. Like you’re ever going to talk to him again. And even if you did, he won’t care how you look. New clothes, make-up, and hair, are not going to get his attention. You seem to keep forgetting he has a girlfriend.
A model girlfriend.
