I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself. I stared and stared, and it was hard to connect the reflection staring back at me with the woman I've been for the past four years.
The woman in the mirror looked bold, like she knew what she was doing. I was dressed in a three-piece skirt suit that stopped just above my knees, unlike the usual gown I wore that always reached my ankles. The suit was tight, with no space to hide, and everything was so bold—and by everything, I meant my curves.
My hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, held in place with gel. I was putting on red lipstick and jewelry.
“This is ridiculous," I said to the reflection in the mirror, but I still couldn't look away, even though I felt like an imposter and like someone else. This wasn't me. I didn't look th
