Echoing remark
I could still hear Sandra’s final comment: “Isn’t that dress too tight for you? The words pierced through my already brittle composure like daggers. I kept hearing every sentence, which made me feel even more inadequate. How could she use a few words to bring me down to this level? My eyes were full of unshed tears as my reflection gazed back at me. Willing myself to remain strong, I tightened my grip on the sink.
Echoing Remark
Staring at reflection
I looked at my mirror for minutes, wanting to yell and cry at the same time. My thoughts were racing, again reliving the events of the evening. Every taunt and scornful glance was repeated. I struggled mightily to control my emotions as the temptation to give in to them increased. My hands tightened on the chilly porcelain of the sink, and my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Staring At Reflection
