Oh, I know all about looking odd; I’m the oddly chubby daughter of a fit and fabulous mother
It’s Monday morning, and I’m early for my appointment at Fashion by Rosie. All winter long I wore the same four dolman sweaters to death, pushing off this shopping trip. But this week the wind seemed to be blowing differently, as if spring really is on its way, and that gave me the boost I needed to call Rosie.
I wrap my sweater tighter and scroll through today’s schedule on my phone. Clothes shopping, then client, client, client. Team meeting at two for Adina at Bnos Bais Sara. I smile. That should go well. When Adina first started seeing me she was suffering from severe social anxiety. I wouldn’t call her a social butterfly now, but in just eight months the girl’s opened up enough to make a couple of friends to call her own. I’m proud of her. Honestly, I’m proud of me. It never ceases to amaze me what the right therapy can do.