It is 23:49 on a friday. I am wearing the fleecy leggings, black polo top, heels amd plum wig. Straight on its all rather good, perhaps the breast forms are too big but not an issue. From side on its less god but we know that. Then there is the face, the lines are not good; from the nose to the mouth oh dear, the eyes, the forehead.Despite being over 12 st I do look thin, well in black anyway.
I do not pass, I know that.
You can revise, do the prctise exam but its only when yousit down, take your watch off to see the time and, possibly open the mints, then you do it for real. You then get the you havr x minutes. Its now real. So you do the makeup, the clothes, pack the bag but its when the door closes behind you and you step out then it all gets real. Then possibly even not then.
So there it is. Should I stay inside because I do not pass, no I say or else I would not have posited the question really. That is not to say I should not do my best but for me not others.
Last November I walked along Sefton Park the perimeter stones in leggings, the stripy top, flat shoes and carrying a Goretex cagoule. I never felt closer to some ideal or imagined Audrey Heburn avator or ideal at that moment.
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