Shopping always sounded more fun as an idea than it was as a reality. Every time she went, she always found herself shopping for everyone else—her daughter, her mother, her sister who lived in another country altogether. Sometimes even her neighbor. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy buying herself new things, and it wasn’t that she didn’t like her body (well, okay, when she went against her better judgment and tried on something that was cute on the hanger but that she knew would not work on her…) Even in bookstores, she never managed to shop for only herself.