Mirror, Mirror
Here she is once again, the same spot she finds herself in every night, facing her own judge, jury, and eventual executioner. Her eyes move slowly upwards as she quietly speaks the words, “Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who is the most perfect of them all”. The girl stands silently awaiting her answer, starved, broken, her arms dripping the only tears she is allowed to cry. Everyday she waits, praying the mirror will tell her that she has finally done it, she is finally perfect, and the punishment can finally stop. It’s a fleeting hope because the mirror shows her the same thing it does every night, more pain, more imperfections, and more reasons why she is weak. Soon flashes of her loved ones begin to haunt her reflection to remind her of everything that she isn’t. She isn’t pretty enough, a good enough daughter, good enough student, a good enough wife, mother, friend, and the list keeps going. She is faced with all the people she has let down in t...