"Michelle! Come out of the bathroom and just let me see." I can hear your voice through the hotel bathroom door.

"No." I whine against the wall as I stare at my reflection in the mirror, trying not to pick apart the lines on my face. Vindictive words of my past swirl within my self esteem and play their tricks.

"Come on. You're gorgeous. I promise." The tone of your voice has a whisper of annoyance but that is because we play this game often.

"You can't laugh."

"I'm not goin-" You cut yourself from finishing your sentence. I assume you feel that it's easier just to agree with me...