“B-boyfriend?” I repeated weakly.The women giggled, one of them saying, “Oh, honey, if he’s not your boyfriend, then he’s trying to be one.”I shook my head. “No, you have it all wrong. He’s my–” Stepbrother. But I couldn't say that because then they would judge, so I swallowed it down.“Well, whoever he is, he’ll have a hard time looking away. I mean, look at you! You’re stunning!”Me? Stunning? That sounded impossible. But as I forced myself to look at the mirror again and keep looking, I saw someone different. I didn't see something broken, or a mistake, or someone who disgusted others. I just saw… I saw a woman looking back at me. I didn't see the mirror as an enemy as I kept looking. I didn't want to turn away and block the reflection. No, I wanted to keep looking.“Here, let’s do this,” the senior staff said as she stepped forward and held my hair up. She tied it into a messy bun, stepping back when she was gone, smiling like she had something excellent, and she did. I didn't
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