I’m not sure I’m a “wow” kinda girl.
I’ve had people tell me I was beautiful, that I have lovely skin, hair, eyes, etc. I can take a compliment, mostly, without blushing or deflecting.
Saturday was one of those teenage girl days, where you’re hormonal and nothing fits and you’re reliving the time you were 12 and that boy you crushed on crushed you by making fun of you when you revealed your true feelings. I couldn’t find what I wanted, I couldn’t find something that looked good, that fit well, that fell in my price range.
I was crying in the mall, then, I gave up. Last minute, I popped in one more store just to see if they had the dress I was looking for.
I decided to try on another one, in a color I love, that looks great with my hair, that I thought would look hideous. I was too nervous to step out of the dressing room so I just opened the door. The salesclerk smiled and said “wow”.
I tried on the dress in another smaller size and with the right kind of bra. I stepped out and I felt gorgeous, and that is a wonderful thing.