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WHAT AM I MISSING?
Last night, I dreamt of a tall statue sculpted from pure white marble. Its face was in shadow, but no matter how fast I ran, it stayed just out of reach. The images and sense of frustration stay with me. I don’t have to guess what that dream was about.
Emma texts me in the morning. Her boss is seeing clients out of town, so she has a few hours free. We have a great time shopping, just like the old days. After a little coaxing and redirection, I get into the rhythm of finding styles and cuts that flatter me. As more of my shape is revealed, I begin to feel pretty again, and some of my old confidence comes back. I end up spending far more money than I originally planned—almost my entire quarterly bonus.
Then we go to a lingerie shop, and I top the spree off with a go
