"This or that?"
"Ummm"
"Nah! My skin is not glowing today to be wearing this color."
"Definitely not this...I seem to be having a bad hair day!"
Mom's voice echoed from the kitchen, 'Maggie, your ride to school will be here in ten minutes!'
'Yeah, I know, Mom,' Maggie replied with a hint of frustration and a sigh, 'I just wish I could figure out what to wear without all this stress.'
Mom knocked gently and entered, noticing a pile of clothes on the bed as Maggie posed in front of her mirror. She gasped at the scene.
"High school can be so nerve-racking, Mom!"
"It's your perspective, Maggs! I, too, went to school, but never gave so much importance to my appearance as your generation does!
"You had simpler times! Now is the age of social media, so we always have to put our best foot forward!" said Maggie as she continued to pout and pose in front of her mirror in her bathrobe.
"Believe me, we had our own issues during that time!" her mom snickered as she continued to observe her 18-year-old daughter.
Just then, they heard a honk, and Maggie quickly disrobed and slid a dress down her head, which had matching jewelry. With that, she walked out with a deep sigh. "Gosh! Life is so difficult!" she lamented as she slipped on her shoes and rushed out the door.
