Speaking as someone who has recently spent hours sitting outside various dressing rooms in order to give my opinion (fortunately, despite my utter lack of interest in fashion, my daughter recognizes that I do in fact know what I’m talking about in terms of what looks good on her), I empathize and sympathize and offer you a nice glass (or bottle) of wine to enjoy tonight when you get home and put your feet up. 
(In our case, it was to buy modest clothing for a Muslim country…she inherited my small rib cage + large cup size, which means even normal clothing looks provocative on her.)
