Minutes after my mom left, I stood right in front of the mirror and stared at my reflection with furrowed brows.

I was still struggling to recognize my own image. I was wearing a tailored cream blouse that was tucked neatly into a fitted black shirt. I had on a styled suit jacket earlier, but I removed it.

I was the C.E.O now. I had the choice to choose what I wanted to wear. This was not the kind of clothes I was used to wearing to work, but I was going to make it work. I tilted my head slightly as I studied my reflection one last time before...