Amanda's POV
I lost count at seven, none of this clothes just seemed to fit right. Throwing the next one into the bed, I let my hands fall as I stand in my underwear.
Selecting an outfit had never been an issue for me, but today was different, weirdly and oddly different I wished I could run away from it.
Sighting a pink skim dress out of the corner of my eye, I remove it from the hanger and try it on. 'A bit okay, but not comfortable,' I sigh as I start to fell nervous.
My hands began to shake. I couldn't tell if it was from exertion seeing as I had been angrily tossing clothes or if it was from the dizziness that threatened to slam me in the head anytime soon. Either way, I wasn't feeling good, not about myself and definitely not about any of the clothes in the large heap I had now
