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She put on her sunglasses, rumpled her hair, and climbed in the Bronco. “I am a rock star!” she told herself. Driving down the road, she became lost in her own thoughts, and realized two stop lights after her turn that she was heading toward work, and not Fred Meyer. “No problem”. The Magnetic Fields began to play on her mp3 player, and she turned it up and rolled down her window as she turned onto the interstate. Someone would hear it, recognize the song, and realize how cool she really was. Pulling into the parking lot of Freddy’s, the straps on her tank top began to slip down her shoulders, exposing more cleavage than she was comfortable with. Undaunted, she pulled the straps back up, adjusting herself in the driver’s seat of her bronco while surreptitiously glancing around to make sure no one noticed, and strutted into the store.

Her self-confidence started to falter as she glanced around the building, noticing the large number of strangers, any one of them about to look up and notice the fat girl with pretensions of style. Outwardly, she grabbed a cart and stalked up and down the aisles, mentally repeating her shopping list to herself while trying to maintain an aura of courage and charisma. “I am a pretty girl. Sure, I can do better, but everyone has flaws. I look better than most of the people in the store, and I have many more talents that make me special.” Heading to the check-out lane, she re-mussed her hair, straightened her back and regained her strut.

Shopping trip accomplished, she headed home in much the same style as before; windows down to muss her already wind-swept hair, and to make sure everyone nearby knew that this was a girl who’s musical tastes were unparalleled. Her attitudes remained high until she returned to her apartment, to realize that no one was waiting to admire how cute she looked today.