They called her manmauji like it was something to fix, like a woman should decide once and stay decided. She never did. She got dressed by whichever version of herself woke up that morning, never by what the day called for, and never once checked the forecast first. That's always been the thing about her, what they read as inconsistency was just her refusing to narrow herself down to one mood when she has always contained several.

Manmauji is for the woman who dresses by feeling, not by rule, and never doubted who she was, she just never agreed to be only one of her at a time. What sets her apart is exactly what sets her free.