Last year, around May, one of my best friends and I were in a litty mood and decided to go out and spend the day doing things in the name of fashion. My hair was laid and my face was slayed. I wore a top I had never been able to style and borrowed a skirt from my friend that pinched my waist… but I was cute… or whatevuh. We went to the SCAD fashion museum and Lenox Mall. We were taking pictures, walking around, pulling all sorts of dudes, it was a fun...crazy time.
We ended up at TopShop. I said to my friend, lets just grab all the clothes we like and try them on! I think we went to personal shopping instead of the regular dressing room, on accident, but when we walked in we were greeted so kindly. The girl helping us out was like, “yall want some water?” I was like wow we’re really out here living lavish at TopShop. We were trying on clothes and looking bomb in them (as you can see). The same lady was like “OMG YALL LOOK SO GOOD. Let me take a picture to show the manager for this branch of house of CB.” I looked to Nicole like, “Okay model!” I have no idea what that picture was going to do for us, but we went along with it. We were having so much fun.
Fast forward to a month later. We’re at the mall again, we don’t look as good as before, but I propose the same idea. We told her brother to grab some clothes too. All excited, we walk over to personal shopping like last time. Except THIS TIME, we are not met with smiles and eagerness from the same women. She points us to the regular dressing rooms and tells us personal shopping is appointment based. Last time we just waltzed right in. We tell her this and she continues to make it known that we are not welcome there. Who knows, there could be another side to this story, but I walked out of there realizing we had just been profiled.
(LOL) It's no big deal, but it was my first time having an experience like that at any kind of establishment. It's just further proof that appearing a certain way to others can instantly change the atmosphere of a situation.