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Day 156, Friday, January 23
Phase II. Back on.
I dressed up again today: the royal blue sweater with a lacy white camisole underneath, black pants, black boots. And makeup.
Because this is war.
And if there’s one thing I learned during my brief experiment with trying to look pretty, it’s that what I wear and how I look actually does have an effect—on me. It makes me act differently. It gives me a kind of confidence I don’t have when I’m feeling schlubby or fat or however I’ve been used to feeling. Maybe that’s what Amanda really meant about my hidden powers—they’re powers over myself.
Nick gave me a very appreciative smile when I walked into Mr. Fizer’s. Thank you, Nick. Matt had already seen me in English Lit, and I could see I had an effect on him, too.
Good.
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