She's learning how to take care of herself.
She's not doing ok mentally, but she's got friends who are helping her.
She's not always holding it all together, most of the time "I'm fine" is just a lie.
She's laughing a ton, but that's just to fill the emptiness inside.
Her smile looks forced because being happy is a foreign emotion for her.
She's distant because she is putting herself back together.
She's learning how to love herself.
All the parts in the mirror, each piece individually.
She's learning how to believe it when someone calls her beautiful or smart.
She's starting to love her body as it is, all of the flaws and imperfections.