Read the excerpt. The words humiliate and mortify are similar in meaning, but they have different connotations.

Which statement best describes the difference?

A. Humiliate is to feel saddened by, whereas mortify is to cause worry.
B. Humiliate is to feel displeased by, whereas mortify is to cause one to feel weak.
C. Humiliate is to feel irritated by, whereas mortify is to cause distraction.
D. Humiliate is to feel embarrassed by, whereas mortify is to cause one shame.

Kinsley stared at her reflection, noting the nose upturned too much, lips too thin, and wondered just how much hair one needed to cover these ears. Clearly, much more than she had, Kinsley reasoned as she glided the comb through her brown tresses. How could her little sister be jealous of this mess? Kinsley sighed too loudly, and her bangs blew out of place and the tip of her ear emerged from her hair. Maybe she should start wearing a hat.
Taking her phone, she turned her head and raised her chin, pursing her lips in a vain effort to make them look full, and snapped a selfie. Only seven selfies later, she took one that she deemed "postable" and uploaded it to her social media page. She was getting better at this; the last one took no less than thirteen tries to get all her disagreeable parts to appear inconspicuous enough to satisfy her discriminating eye. These ears were not going to humiliate her, and she was certainly not going to give Megan Pendergrass an opportunity to mortify her again.
Meryl banged on the door, and before Kinsley could grant her permission or bar her from entering, she was breaking in and flopping onto her bed.
"Are you still staring at yourself? You know, Narcissus died and turned into a flower doing that," Meryl said. "It's really not good to be so in love with yourself," she offered, flipping through Kinsley's teen magazine.
If only I did love myself, Kinsley thought, pulling on a pink-and-white checked hat, breaking in the floppy brim until she could make it cover her protruding ears.
"Love the Body You're In by Rochelle Rodriguez," Meryl mused. "You certainly don't need to read this article! I'm watching TV if you want to join me." Meryl tossed the magazine, open to the article, on Kinsley's bed and left.
Kinsley picked it up and began reading. Thirty minutes later, she removed the hat, positioned the camera and smiled. One ear still peeked through her thin, brown hair, but this was the body she was in, and she would love it.