An Open Letter to the Awkward Girl, Who Is All of Us
“I just failed so hard!” she said aloud, emerging from the dressing room, and making eye contact with me, as I was standing right there and looked up when she said something.
She froze in horror.
“I was just… talking to myself? I just… sometimes…”
I smiled. “I do that all the time!”
“It was just that I… oh… you probably don’t care.”
And then she ran away.
I wanted to hug her and let her know that we all have awkward moments, and that I totally was not judging, and that I thought she was so cute.
Dear adorable girl in the fitting room at Rent the Runway this afternoon: you’re ok.