Pageant Question: When do you feel the most like yourself?

It was the look he gave her that she didn't see.  She wore clothes that he must have chosen because she was uncomfortable in them.  She kept pulling on the skirt and forcing herself to stand up straight.  The purse slid off her shoulder until she finally growled and threw the strap over her head to wear it crosswise.  He stopped her from walking to straighten her shirt and set the purse at a better angle.  She smiled at him, so willing to please and clueless of his disdain that it hurt.  In the mall's food court, a man from the Asian eatery was giving away free samples.  She squeaked with excitement and pointed, her feet wobbling in the heels he had chosen for her.  He gripped her wrist and pulled her back to heel.  She apologized with increasing volume until he hissed at her to be silent.  When she went into her purse for a tissue, he gave her the look.  Disdain.  Disgust.  I wondered what she was like without him.  What had she been?  What would she be without him?