Grief has a color, and it’s not loud. In a room where hearts are breaking, the wrong outfit doesn’t just look out of place—it feels like a shout in a chapel of whispers. Some choices sting more than we realize. They don’t just draw attention; they pull it away from the one reason everyone is there. In those fragile moments, when every breath feels heavy and every silence is loaded, what you wear can either soothe or silently harm without a single wor… Continues…
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