| What I say... | What I really feel inside... |
|---|---|
| Comfort is the name of the game. I like to feel well covered up. | I don't feel comfortable showing my body. |
| I don't need smart clothes, I don't go out that much. | There's nobody in my life to dress up for any more. |
| This big coat keeps me warm. | This shapeless coat protects me from the world. I've had my fair share of knock downs, I don't want to risk more. |
| I hardly ever dry-clean my clothes. | Are they really that dirty? |
| My underwear is all mismatched and stretched. | I'm not sexy. If I put on nice underwear I might ultimately feel disappointment. |
| Most of my clothes are black. | Nobody really sees me anyway. I may as well be invisible. |
| My make-up is all broken and years old. | My face is broken and years old. |
| Everything in my flat is piled up and a bit grubby. | I don't really want people coming round to visit me at home. |
| This big shoulder bag is bulging full and I carry other things I need in plastic shopping bags. | All the things that I have to do every day are a real burden to me. |
| My favourite shoes are broken down and scuffed. | Life is a hard road to travel. |