I added a smiley face and hit send. Turning my attention back to the mirror, I decided that it was as good as it was going to get. I picked a white lace blouse from my closet, paired it with dark skinny jeans and black boots and headed for the door. I almost made it out when I heard a loud wolf whistle.

“Damn, girl. You clean up nice!” Shelby said as she eyed me up and down. “Got a hot date?”

Shit. Was it that obvious? Yes. Yes it was. Did I have time to change? No. No, I did not. “No hot dates for me,” I insisted. This wasn’t a date. Nope. Not even close. My palms were sweating just for shits and giggles.

“Well, I don’t think I’ve seen you not wear yoga pants since you moved in,” Shelby scolded. She was wearing a long skirt and tank top with no bra. I saw her nipples practically cutting through the shirt. It wasn’t like I wanted to stare; I just couldn’t stop. It was like they were pointing and accusing me of something.

“Are you yoga-pants shaming me?” I asked, acting offended.

“Ain’t no shame in being comfortable,” she replied with hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just saying the extra effort looks good on you.”

I smiled politely. Dressing up felt like I was the try-hard girl of my past. I used to wear designer clothes to everything. I couldn’t leave the house without my hair done and my lash extensions expertly applied by Judy, my lash lady. My nails were always done. I was always polishing up my exterior to hide how fucking insecure I was—am.

“Well, I’ll see you later. Also, we need to talk about my parents visiting. No naked photo shoots.”

Shelby pretended not to hear me and walked over to her room, giggling mischievously as she shut the door. I debated hounding her about it, but the alarm on my phone alerted me to my meeting with Dr. Haynes.

I obsessed over my outfit the entire walk to Dr. Haynes’s office. I didn’t want Oakley to think that I had gotten all dolled up just for him. I mean, I had, I just didn’t want him to think that. It was so weird to be obsessing over looking too nice and wishing I was in my comfiest leggings and oversized sweatshirt.

By the time I got to Dr. Haynes’s office, I’d decided that comfortable clothes were preferable and that I’d never again subject my poor body to restricting clothes. The moment I entered his office, I sank in the chair with a sigh.