It’s probably a particular moment of wanting to give the “right response who survived” in front of what others will think of.
Real answers depend on what we are capable to imagine and one question is enough.
To love once more?
To love all the time, to love everyhthing on your path.
To love once more like it’s for the first time.
I make sure to be dressed everytime in my kind of material, respecting the right proportions. Happiness will be responsable to conture another dress for me and what else is more suitable than to look in the mirror and see a huge amount of love in it?