I am a pretender.

I recently purchases a few new clothing items to wear on my trip to Paris. When I wore the clothes in public, I received a lot of compliments.

Yet, while wearing these clothes, I didn’t feel like myself. I felt like I was merely pretending to be something I wasn’t. In order to wear the “Parisian style” scarf I had wrapped around my neck, I had to study a downloaded tutorial over and over. I felt certain I would choke to death. Because I’d really rather be in my comfy shorts, tee-shirt and Birks.

Do you ever feel like you are a pretender? Whenever you leave the house do you put on your pretend self, the one you show the world?

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