Can you guess these British high street shops just by their god awful changing rooms?
Topshop lighting makes me want an acid peel
High street changing rooms are so revolting they make you want to reassess literally everything. You walk in to find your skin is covered with red spots, your thighs appear riddled with cellulite and you become insecure about irrelevant shit. Asking your mate in the next door changing room: "are my knees too wrinkly? Do I need botox?" But it is all a lie, you are fit. Blame Topshop's artificial white light or H&M's unforgiving three dimensional mirror.
Only true shopping qweeeens will know the struggle I am referring to. Know your Primark fat-emphasising mirror from your Zara bad curtain rail? You better take this quiz.