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She stood in front of the mirror – fixed on the image staring back at her. Nine months ago she stood in that very spot unable to make out any familiar image. That girl was unrecognizable, blurry, broken, not even a whole person. That poor girl never saw it coming. Little by little she let him steal parts of her, until he had all he wanted. That girl in the mirror feebly searching; not even sure what for. But with the grace of God and the hand of her amazing best friend she slowly pulled herself together. Stronger and more confident than before. That girl she was fixating on in the mirror was finally clearly defined. She wore her battle wounds proudly.