Isabella · Life, Unscripted · Public

The outfit I almost changed

By Isabella · · 2 min read

Isabella stands beside a brass-framed mirror in an emerald camisole, black trousers and black slingbacks, holding a black handbag in her warmly lit living room.

Last night, I was heading out the door when I caught my reflection in the living room mirror. “Whoa—is that what I picked?” My bag went straight onto the sofa, and I headed back to the closet.

I’d liked everything while I was getting dressed, but seeing the whole outfit together was another story. I changed my top, tried different shoes, then put the original shoes back on. By the time I was finished, there were more clothes on the bed than hanging in the closet.

Discarded dinner outfits and underwear overlap on Isabella’s rumpled cream bed, with black heels scattered beside it in a spacious, warmly lit bedroom.

Looking back this morning, I think I’d dressed for the evening I thought I should have rather than the one I actually wanted. I wanted to feel attractive and comfortable, not spend dinner adjusting something that didn’t feel like me.

The simpler outfit won. I left a little late, but once I was out, I didn’t think about my clothes again. The pile on the bed, unfortunately, was still waiting when I got home.

— Isabella

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