Chapter 5Christina sat on her bed, wrapped in a towel and staring at the mirror across the room. Steam rose off her rosy skin and her face was set in an agony of indecision. Several pantsuits lay piled on the bed, others were thrown against walls and in corners. Along with them several long skirted dresses also lay in disarray. She picked up another one of the bed and examined it.
“Ugly,” she snarled before hurling the dress and hanger to crash against the wall.
Everything she owned was ugly. Every outfit bought with the main thought of concealing her prosthetic. While looking for something sexy to wear to dinner with Sandra she had been struck by her clothes. They weren’t just concealing, they were ugly. Ugly patterns, ugly colors, ugly materials. Her self-image so totally destroyed she
