She begins her night at home, sifting through the archives of her clothing, searching for something that feels right.

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She becomes frustrated as she cannot find her look. She takes a moment to smoke and clear her head.

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She finally finds her outfit and feels incredible. Confidently begins strutting on the street. She KNOWS she looks amazing. 

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She wanders aimlessly, assuming she will catch someone's eye. She doesn't. She is confused, seeking for validation from the external world and not from herself. She is hurt, defeated and disgusted. 

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She feels small, not large like before. Insecure, not confident like before. Timid, not brave like before. Dark, not bright like before. 

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She begins her journey home.