In H&M. Usually just go there for t-shirts etc…
I’m no longer in the target age range, I reckon.
Spotted some nice Christmas party dresses.
Decided to try them as I can’t trust their sizes.
Saw a lovely big, well-appointed fitting room.
Circular, heavy drapes, bucket chair, coat stand.
When I started to disrobe, I noticed the lighting.
One giant mega-watt white spotlight overhead.
I was confronted by a mountain of pale flesh.
Rippling cellulite, billowing belly, livid stretch-marks.
Covering same in crumpled polyester made it worse.
Why can’t we have nice lighting, for the love of God?