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…
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.