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A few stitches were uneven, and the zipper caught slightly at the side. But it didn’t matter. For the first time in decades, I felt like I was standing in something that reflected me.
Not the tired version I had learned to live as, but the woman I’d always kept tucked away.
“So unique,” one said.
“You look radiant,” said another.
I started to believe it… until Emily arrived.
She walked in, full of confidence, looked me up and down, and smirked.
“She looks like a cupcake at a child’s birthday party!” she said loud enough for half the room to hear. “All that pink… aren’t you embarrassed?”
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