The Mirror
March 18, 2023
They’re everywhere
In reflections of the sides of cars
The darkness of my dead phone
My moms sunglasses on a sunny day
The chocolate filled eyes of my dog
They’re unavoidable
The day I wake up not feeling beautiful is the day these reflections seem to follow me
Do I intentionally spend longer in the bathroom to look at myself?
Do other people see that my hair frizzes as if id rubbed a balloon on it prior
That my skin oozes with oil
That the brisk air makes my lips crack with every word
I stare in the glass as my face becomes altered
I didn’t look like this yesterday
My friends say i look fine as I whine about the red dot that illuminates my nose
As me and my friends line up in the bathroom and stare at ourselves my eyes wander to the goddesses that are my friends
Their hair falls perfectly like the way palm trees drape
Their clothes fit them just right as if to be custom made for their bodies
Their teeth glow like pearls
I find my eyes in my reflection
My throat tightens as if too cry
The mirror
I hate it
I always find myself in it
If so I hate it why am I always there