Fitting rooms give me an existential crisis

Argh, I knew I shouldn't try out clothes at Zara. Their fitting rooms have the worst lighting. I suppose this is a conscious choice by them - apparently some women, when they see themselves in a bad light, end up buying something to make themselves feel better - but I'm the opposite. If I look bad in a piece of clothing, I leave it in the store.

To my defense, I went to try the pieces out at the fitting room of the men's section, but alas, they had the harsh overhead lights, too.

(Seriously - the only place that has a good and flattering lighting and where I always end up buying whatever I'm trying on is the fitting room of the women's underwear section at the nearby department store. If I ever decide that I need to stop spending money, I can just stop trying out clothes in that particular fitting room, and voila. Or rather - if I wanted to start spending more money, I should just grab any piece of clothing, and go try it on there. I once tried on a 240-euro bathing suit there. You can guess what happened.)

Anyway -

I tried on some cute feminine sleeveless tops that I thought would nicely show off my chest and waist. But all I saw were the lines on my face, the cellulite on my thighs, the dragging butt, and the overall skinny fat look in the mirror. Even though just this morning I didn't find anything to complain about in the mirror at home!

I'll just shop at the department store from now on. And try on clothes at the underwear section.

And maybe build some muscle mass.  

Problem solved.