"Stop it." She said, pushing me away from the mirror.
"What?" I asked.
She crossed her arms, glaring at me.
"I know you." She said. "You've been standing in front of this mirror for too long."
I just rolled my eyes, going back to standing in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.
"You look beautiful." She told me.
"I know," I said weakly.
"I mean it." She said, wrapping her arms around me, looking back at our reflections. "No matter what anyone else thinks, even yourself. I will always find you beautiful."
