“So, talk to me, dear,” Lana said with an encouraging smile.
“Explain your feelings calmly,” Diana advised. “Don't let yourself feel so stressed out that you come across as snappish.”
I didn’t have a choice. I had to say something and tell her how I felt. Maybe she would understand, but I wasn’t sure if she would have a solution to my problem.
I was nervous and jumped in with both feet. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but I want to wear clothes that I choose and not what someone else thinks I should wear.”
I looked out the car window and waited for Mrs. Klein to say something. But she just sat there as if waiting for me to speak again.
“And I hate feeling like I’m always trying to project a certain image instead of being me,” I added.
“Don’t you like the things I chose for you tod
