Re: Dress Shop
Better, prettier, more. Words to mark a lack of self-esteem, a fearful knowledge of being less. Being less or more was determined in the mind and the body followed, she knew that. Strength of body helped, but strength of mind was paramount.
And she, the devil's advocate, remained where she was, hands held loose at her sides, palms out, fingers slightly curved as if to plead for peace. "My apologies, I didn't mean to scare you." A guilty dip of eyes, a hand of cards to be played, but it was true, fear was not on the docket for tonight.
"But you can feel it. It may be another's body, but you can feel everything going on within it. That belongs to you." She smiled and it was far warmer than she could usually manage within her own body.
Her lips widened, showing flat, white teeth as princess perfect as the rest of her. "I'm not interested in the suit. Or the body." Softer, like one would ease a frightened horse. "Only what you feel in it." The smile drifted away like sand in the wind, but there was still a warmth in her tone. "That's all, but I never intended to scare you."