I watched them and thought about the beginning—about the way Margaret had tried to shrink me with one cruel sentence over a dress.
And I thought about the ending—Margaret Thompson, hands in soapy water, laughing softly with my mother while my children moved around her without fear.
The reality was never the label.
The reality was that worth isn’t stitched into fabric.
It’s built, day by day, in the choices you make when you finally stop trying to impress the room and start trying to love the people in it.
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