Though she did not speak, I saw every ounce of unpleasantness and anxiety wash over her. The threatening tone that came with the vexatious questions was a replicant, for the inauspicious imagery of ominous, dark cloud gathering. My eyes darted from several faces, the overcrowding within the stall amplifying presaging disaster. Yet, I became flummoxed. Bewildered. As the words so effortlessly escaped her, almost as if the impending danger was a mere hallucination. It appeared the onlookers gawped too- the assertiveness and boldness that had found her tongue wrote a miraculous tale of self-dependence and acceptance. The villainous sneer that had costed the mouth of the orator disappeared instantaneously- as, still, the flow and beauty that had been masked by a vulnerable facade- had been freed. There comes a time where you have to decide a moment in which you possessed a sincere amount of appreciation and desire for someone. That was now. Her confidence remained unmatched, her true self flourished accordingly, her bravery debuted. A beginning for a beautiful story of self-love blossomed today. I had never felt prouder.