I work at a trendy clothing store now and no one there needs me to look at them.

The customers there are already so used to constantly being looked at- by their boyfriend or parents or siblings or friends. They’re even used to looking at themselves in the pictures they take and post online. It’s such a common, everyday thing. They’re already being looked at and feeling validated, they’re reflected everywhere in the mirrors, the mannequins, in the ads. With the people who shop at my grocery store, it’s mostly elderly people and immigrants. They need to be validated and looked at and paid attention to and fussed over. They love it.

At the clothing store everyone mostly just wants to be left alone. They don’t need you. My favourite customer there so far has been this old white lady who spoke with a Jamaican accent and bossed me around as I tried to find a scarf she didn’t hate. There’s something about looking someone full in the face and letting your eyes rest on their eyes for a moment that I think is really intense and powerful. It’s like saying something without actually saying anything. And it’s honestly not really comfortable sometimes but I think it’s kind of an important thing to do.

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