Staring in the mirror looking in her light grey eyes, and a beautiful washed out blonde hair colour with waves to tie you in, her skin so fair but delicate. She scans her outfit, "Millie, how do I bring it up in topic." Her mother hugs her from the back looking at them both in the mirror, "You tell them whatever you want, your my daughter and I love you." The corner of her mouth lifts up, "I don't think I want to go anymore..." Her mother turns her around and looks her straight in her eyes, "You are what you are, your happy with it and I'm happy with it. We are so proud of you... don't let anyone tell you anything different, promise me you won't let them hurt you." She nods, "I do, I promise you." Her mother pulls her close and hugs her tightly, "I don't want you feeling out of place, the
