I greeted the morning by rummaging through my wardrobe. The plan to take out work clothes was postponed because my eyes accidentally caught sight of a paper bag from Ruby's store. I remembered its contents, which were a modest dress. I had the intention to wear it. However, doubts still crept into my heart. Would it be awkward if I suddenly showed up at the office in that outfit? I still felt insecure, afraid of being labeled as having undergone a personal transformation because of some problem. In fact, the intention arose when I truly wanted to change for the better.
I took out all the clothes that seemed skimpy, even though they were expensive. From gowns to everyday dresses I wore regularly, because those clothes exposed my knees.
A knock on the door stopped me from throwing clothes
