Sure, I had an entire closet of Whitney West clothes, but I always reverted to the safest and most boring choice when I didn’t have Ophelia to dictate my wardrobe choices. Denim shorts, a white t-shirt, and black Converse sneakers were my fall-back. Even my hair, average as it was, was in a mid-high ponytail. Not a sleek chignon. Not a bouncing, bubbly high pony.
