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The Friendly(?) Fashion Critique

Aman
7 min readJul 31, 2019

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Amy came over early on a Thursday, she wanted to drop off some fruit for me, which was super sweet of her.

I was running around, trying to get ready for my workday when I heard the front door open. “Hi,” I shouted to Amy, from the bedroom, “Help yourself to whatever and I’ll be out in just a minute.” “No problem, take your time,” she said back and I proceeded to finish getting dressed for the day.

It was a warm summer day and all the windows of the house were wide open. As I walked into the living room, I smiled at Amy, who had helped herself to a cup of tea and was sitting by the front window relaxing.

I was wearing an a-line, tan coloured summer dress, with white and red flowers, patterned all over it. It was one of those brilliant finds; a dress I paid eleven dollars for, but looked much, much more valuable than its price tag value.

“Thanks for the blueberries,” I said as I rinsed them and put them in the fridge, “they will go great in tomorrow’s smoothie. This is honestly such a sweet surprise and totally unnecessarily kind.” I said as I turned around and faced my good friend.

She smiled and slowly took in my outfit. “Are you wearing Spanx?” she asked, changing the subject from fruit to figure.

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Aman
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