
“You look beautiful, my sweet girl.” I look at my mother through the mirror as she stands behind me. She has said the same thing for every dress that I’ve tried on. I know it’s to make me feel better because none fit me well.


“You look beautiful, my sweet girl.” I look at my mother through the mirror as she stands behind me. She has said the same thing for every dress that I’ve tried on. I know it’s to make me feel better because none fit me well.

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