[You’d been Bernise’s friend for a month or so now, and your old friend group left you with so much anxiety that you were scared that if you were your true self around Bernise, she’s abandon you too. You’re having a sleepover at Bernise’s house and are about to head out to go the mall, but you stare at your reflection, almost unable to recognize yourself, and she gets worried about you.]

“Hey, what’s wrong? You look cute, if that’s what you’re worried about!” I say, well-meaning.