I went clothes shopping and actually had fun.
I was secretly dreading it because of the nearly 100% rate of severe depression I suffer post-fitting room. Just the word "fitting room" makes me want to cry.
In the car on the way there I did a little yogic breathing to banish the dread. I was like: "OK Ujay breath for victory in shopping." and commenced breathing like Darth Vader. My friend's like, "Oh yeah. We'll be successful." She had total confidence. It made me want to woman up.. . instead of being a whiner. . .
She went right to work, seeking pieces she thought would work. I poked around a little myself, lazily, and without much direction. Then, we went to the fitting room - she stationed herself outside while I put stuff on, and went out to show her. Her feedback was honest when an item didn't work so well, and she went wild when I came out in something bold and feminine. Out of my comfort zone, so I would ham it up and do the runway walk.
I ended up with a few sexy yet professional outfits and an awesome coat. More importantly, I felt good, happy about myself, and NOT depressed. A red letter day.
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