I wanted to see what would happen if I dressed like the woman I say I’m becoming. I’ve been thinking a lot about the woman I’m becoming. Not in a dramatic, “delete my entire life” way. In a quiet way. In a “does my outside match my inside?” way. So I tried something. For a week, I got ready like her. Not the rushed version of me. Not the chaotic version. Not the “this is fine” version. The intentional one. Trying on the version of myself I’m becoming. Who Is She? She doesn’t