The Dressing-Room Attendant

The Dressing-Room Assistance

Working in the dressing-rooms teaches you how to lie.
“What do you think of this?” I think it makes your ankles look fat.
“Is this my color?” Your color is best seen in a dark room.
“Does this look good?” It’ll look good without the muffin top.
I can’t say any of those things, as much as I want to.
All I can do is smile and nod.
That’s what they pay me to do.

Working in a dressing-room teaches you how to keep secrets.
“Can you get me just one size up?” What they really want is a size
Four times bigger than the one they picked up off the rack.
Heaven forbid your friends to see that your actual size is two times
Bigger than you led on, it’ll be our little secret.
All I can do is go back and forth.
That’s what they pay me to do.

Working in a dressing-room teaches you how the materialistic nature works.
“I’ll take this but not these” I’d only take that if I’d want to look like a horse in the 80’s.
What I get left with are the rejects of the clothes world. They
Hang on their hangers waiting to be picked up to fit someone
Perfectly. Until then, they are abused by whoever wears then, flirts with a mirror then hangs them up again.
All I can do is show them their cubicle and take what they don’t want.
That’s what they pay me to do.