My coworker needed me to model a few clothing items to take updated photos of our inventory, and I lamentably had to show off my midriff in some adorable, though revealing, belly dance outfits.
I'm blaming the camera phobia and a wrongly-tilted mirror for my initial fear and apprehension for stepping out of the office I'd chosen as my dressing room.
But the funniest thing happened: the longer I stood out in that outfit, the more I wanted to keep wearing it, stomach bare and everything.
Also because the dress made awesome swishing sounds when I walked.
I have this thing about twirling in dresses. I love doing it, even when holding a plate of spaghetti in hand.
You'll have to ask my mom how she ever got the red sauce out of the white kitchen walls.
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