Dear New Look,

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I hate to do this to you, the day before Valentine's Day, and all that, but... well, despite the truly beautiful thing that you and I have had going on these past few years, I don't think I can do this any more.

You see, you don't really stock things for short pixie-sized people, and now that I'm not exactly a child any more (scarily, I'm almost a legal adult!), I don't think I can keep buying badly designed "teen" clothes from you. They were fine when I was fourteen, and when large slogans across my chest were socially acceptable, but now... not so much. The main problem I have with you, though, is your jeans; hello?! Try to make a girl feel bad about herself why don't you? You don't sell any that fit me anymore - and I'm a size eight.

And... well, there's also something else.

Well, Ok... it seems cruel to lie after so long, and so I'm just going to come out and say it. There's someone else.

Recently, I discovered a wonderful someone who stocks clothes my size, and stocks them in petite, too... someone who makes me look good in jeans I never thought I would, and who understands my love of patters and need for student discount... someone who sells shoes to die for, and with whom I finally managed to spend that TopShop voucher I've been hoarding forever and a day...

That someone is called Dorothy Perkins.

And I'm sorry to tell you this, New Look, but I think I love her.

I hope that you can find it in your heart, one day, to forgive me...

LoveLoveLove

- A -

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