Twenty-two

After we're done, we go to the mall. Of course, Nathan won't go to normal stores. He takes me to a boutique mum usually forces me to visit whenever we have to attend an event where attention is needed; marvellous attention if I may say.

I remember the number of times my mum fought with me for shopping at ‘average stores’, stating that people like us should not go cheap. I don't understand her mentality. If a dress, a blouse, or a skirt looks good, then why do I need to bother? Why do I always need to wear designer clothes?

A lady comes to help me after I tell her about the style I want. Hiding how wide my hips are is important.

“I don't understand why you're insisting on the same style. Why don't you try something new?” Nathan wonders as he checks the dresses I chose. I'm not going to tell him that I'm insecure about my hips. This will make me vulnerable in his eyes and I don't want to be viewed in that way.

“They're comfortable,” I reason.

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