Invisible
My 14 year old
daughter, Hope, wrote the following first-person in-the-moment story from a
writing prompt in her Language Arts class…
I get up and walk to the bathroom. It’s 6:32am.
Right on schedule.
The only thing not right this morning is the way I look…
“Aaaaahhh!”
I can see all of the reflections in the mirror: the toilet, the shower. Everything, except for myself!
I splash water on my face and look again. Still no me.
I pinch myself all over to wake me up from this horrible
dream. I look again. Still
no me!
I look down toward the floor and I can see my feet and my
legs; I can see my body. (I have
fingernail marks all down my body from the pinching.) I look back in the mirror. Still no me.
Mirrors can be evil creatures. They show you what the world sees; they make
you think you are not good enough.
Mirrors show you that one
strand of hair that didn’t curl properly or that new bright red pimple.
All this I realize as I walk downstairs for breakfast,
and I vow to myself that when this wears off; if this wears off, I will not
believe the mirror. I do not have to
worry about what the world sees and thinks.
They are not who I am living for.
#mirrorJesus
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