Beauty Freak

I recently went out for a family dinner with my mom, auntie, and grandmother, and was surprised by the way each of them not-so-subtly checked out my outfit. I wondered briefly whether they had been possessed by the spirit of a leering teenaged boy, but it turned out that they were taking in what I was wearing for entirely different reasons.

“If only I’d kept all of my eighties jeans,” said my mother, her eyes on my skinny jeans.

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