Reaction.
It's not her pride, Audrey knows this. It's his. Still, whoever he was she was happy for him. The body he deserved, the body he was always looking for and finally found. A real boy in shape as much as heart.
It's not her memory, Audrey knows this. It's his. Still, she heads over to her own mirror framed by fairylights and peels off her t-shirt and her pajama shorts so she's standing in all her of petite glory in a matching pair of peach undergarments, satin. She always liked satin. Audrey sees her dark hair, her almond shaped eyes, and her bust--which okay, she's happy with. It's not large, it's pleasantly full. Her hips, smooth stomach. She's running her hands over her figure, looking at it in a new light.
It's not her emotions, Audrey knows this. It's his. Still, the tears are welling in her eyes, because maybe she can appreciate what she has a little more when she glances in the mirror. There are things she always had disliked, days she wished minuscule imperfections could vanish, but she had never felt like a stranger in her own body. Her hands have stopped over her stomach now, she purses her lips at the mirror and the reflection returns the action.
None of this was hers, it was his. Still, she's grateful as she also rubs away unshed tears and she hopes he, whoever he is, is truly happy now.