"A New Reflection"

As I pushed my chair back from the table, my mom's eyes narrowed, scanning me from head to toe. Her expression was a mix of shock, disappointment, and a hint of amusement. "You are not going out looking like that," she said firmly, setting her cup down. "Go back upstairs and dress properly. You just got front page model." I felt a surge of embarrassment and defensiveness, but before I could respond, mom 2 chimed in, "Honey, come on, she's just trying to adjust." My younger sister, still lounging on the couch, snickered and whispered, "Yeah, mom, you're being harsh." But mom was unmoved. "I'm just saying, she needs to look presentable. She's going to make a statement at the school, and I don't want her to draw the wrong kind of attention." She stood up, her eyes never leaving mine. "Now, go." I reluctantly pushed back my chair and headed back upstairs, feeling a bit deflated. As I entered my room, I spotted the bra lying on the bed, and my heart sank. I had no idea how to put it on. I picked it up, studying it like a puzzle. Where did the straps go? How did the clasp work? I tried to remember seeing mom or mom 2 put on a bra, but my memories were hazy. I decided to consult the mirror, hoping that my reflection would provide some clues. As I stood in front of the mirror, I tentatively lifted the bra, trying to match it up with my body. After a few minutes of fiddling, I managed to get the straps on, but the bra itself was still a mystery. I struggled to fasten the clasp at the back, but it kept slipping out of my fingers. I let out a frustrated sigh and tried again, this time using my teeth to help secure it. As I finally managed to get the bra on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I looked at myself in the mirror, and while I still looked awkward, I at least felt a bit more...put together. I took a deep breath, trying to prepare myself for the rest of the day, and headed back downstairs, hoping that my mom would approve of my new look.