I am browsing books when it happens, casually picking up covers that look interesting, before discarding them, constantly searching for the thing that speaks to me. A woman glides over, leans in for a conspiratorial whisper. “You’re so brave to wear that,” she says. “I could never.”
Bewildered, I look down. What on earth am I wearing? Did I inadvertently leave the house in a bikini in the middle of winter? It’s a slogan T-shirt – girls can do anything – and a pencil skirt. It’s all black. Then my eye catches
