Trackpants and sweatshirts...
She was picking up clothes for trial at those stores with satin petite dresses up on display,
She always wondered staring at the elegant looking mannequins how would it feel breathing in that fabric,
Now she finally had a chance thanks to Mrs.Dodds to let her babysit her newborn for weekends.
Slipping in the fluid like fabric she took a glance in the mirror and thought to herself,
How would those blonde headed red lipped plastics look like in this dress?
Maybe this fabric was cut out for girls like them,
These stores were meant to be for girls like them,
How after an hour of searching she finally managed to find her correct size she wondered ,
Maybe she wasn't made for this dress,
What was she trying to prove to herself?
Keeping the dress neatly back in the rack ,
She walked out of the store,
Maybe she was cut out for Trackpants and Sweatshirts...