How many times have you seen someone whose clothes are too tight, too short, too loud or a smidge too inappropriate and thought: “I wish I had her mirror.” Me? Dozens of times. I know women who easily walk into a room wearing something I’d need twenty years of therapy to put on. They’re fine with love handles, muffin tops, belly rolls, lumps and bumps. I’m making sure my T-shirt isn’t too tight and drops low enough to cover my butt.