What Being Fierce Is All About
"Last week, my walking coach decided that we need to pull more ferocity out of me. I agreed. There is some piece of me that still gets shy at the end of the runway—that is afraid to flaunt it all.
His advice—go into a high-end designer retail store. No, we are not talking about Zara, Michael Kors, J. Crew or even Kate Spade—not the places that maybe I could afford if I downsized on my apartment and saved some money. He he was referring to Miu Miu, Bergdorf Goodman, Bottega Veneta, Dolce and Gabbana— the places that I normally don’t even walk into so not to remind myself of how little money I have—the places where a single piece of clothing costs the equivalent of six-months of rent.
My assignment was to walk down 5th Avenue after work when I looked like my usual post-work-self and observe how I am treated at the store. Then I was to go in on a second day—dressed and carrying myself in a fabulous way.
So I followed the first step, and I went in after work in a pair of green jeans and a grey trench coat. My hair was unkempt with natural curls and I wore black Target flats. I felt a fear grip me before walking into my first stop—Miu Miu. I couldn’t afford this store—what was the point of this assignment? READ MORE..."