I was shopping the other day and went into one of my favorite stores to browse around and after finding a couple of things that I thought might be cute, I went into the dressing room to try them on and then seconds later immediately walked out. Why? Because I had forgotten that it was one of those stores that don't have mirrors in the dressing room. Instead they have a huge communal mirror that everyone who is cute preens in front of, and anyone who is not cute is put on display like a hippo at the zoo. Sometimes to avoid leaving the room I'll try to see myself in my iPhone first before preening in front of the communal mirror in front of the other hot peacock bitches. Do you know how impossible it is to try to look at yourself in a full blown outfit in what is basically a black postage stamp? I end up just making a judgment call based on my face and the neckline, which is not very accurate at all because I can never see what my postpartum National Geographic, milk leaking boobs looks like stuffed inside the crop tops I have on. I think I speak for a lot of shoppers when I say all I want when I try something on, is a room, that is private, with its own mirror. You know, where there's no shame, no embarrassment and no accidentally showing your butt cheek in a micro mini dress because you didn't know your butt cheeks were hanging out because you couldn't look at yourself in the mirror before going out in public to look at yourself in the mirror. I don't think that's too much to ask for.