Woman In The Mirror.

Each day I get up and go to the bathroom, and as I enter the bathroom I look toward the mirror hoping the woman will be there. Each day she is there, waiting to mock me. She won't tell me her name, and refuses to smile. I greet her every morning with a smile from myself, but she just ignores me and stares at me blankly. I always ask her how she is doing, but she ignores me still. Her face is oddly similar to mine, but something seems off. Something important seems to be missing from her. I wonder if it is happiness, or love but I know she needs something. Last night I walked into the bathroom, and I didn't say anything to her as I walked in and stared at her. I was lost in thought, as I studied her. She looked just as sad as ever, when I asked. " Are you happy?" The woman looked at me and shook her head. So, then I asked... " Do you love?" She nodded, and rolled her eyes as if to say " Of course I do."  Then something struck me, so I asked her. " Do you know me?" Her head nodded once more, "Do you know me well?" She nodded once more, but something about her seemed familiar. Like she was someone one I used to know. A person whom I used to know very well, but with time and neglectance the person changed to become a complete stranger. It was within that thought I looked to the woman in the mirror once more, and she nodded as if to tell me my thoughts were correct. I thought for a few more minutes as I looked at her. She noticed of course and continued to smile oddly at me. It was then I realized... I realized that the sad woman in the mirror was someone I used to love. So I asked her, " Do you love me?" The woman nodded once more, and then pointed to her heart. " Did you know me well." She nodded once more, and then sighed. " Did I know you well?" The woman seemed to be talking, but no sound was coming out of her mouth, but her lips made out yes. The thoughts kept distracting me as I tried to figure out what I was feeling. This woman, she looked similar to me, and she knew me. But yet, I did not know her. Then the woman grew angry, and looked like she was trying to yell at me... and I could hear her. " Fat, Stupid, Worthless." Were some of the few words that came from that foul woman's mouth. I couldn't hear anything other than insults from her, and as I grew more distraught... the idea hit me. The woman... she was me. Yelling at myself, putting myself down. I used to love myself, and care for myself. But with sadness comes horrible thoughts. But I looked to the woman and looked her in the eye. " I love you. For you. You are beautiful." The woman looked at me like I had shot her with a bullet, but then a smile seemed to spread on her face as she nodded.  I reached out to touch her, to only realized I was touching my bathroom mirror, and the woman wasn't smiling, I was.



I hope you enjoyed that! It was something that I came up with the other day, and I thought I should type it out. <3 I hope your week is going wonderfully.
~Andrea
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