Blood dripped down her cheek as she watched the mirror with fascination. It seemed to be in perfect condition, yet the slightest touch was sharp and dug into her skin. She was unsure of this new found mystery, and falling face first into it wasn’t exactly her idea of a good time.

    Her reflection wasn’t her, it was more of a ghost. A smoky figure with glowing yellow eyes, and a forced twisted smile. She was too curious for her own good, and she wanted to touch the mirror again. To experiment. Explore. She wanted to learn about the mirror, why it looked like a smooth sheet of glass, but a mere touch was sharp and caused pain.

    Everyday the girl would go to the mirror, ask questions and try to answer them. Everyday she got hurt more and more from the taunting glass. She grew angry. Why was this mirror so difficult. It refused to give her the answers she wanted. It lied to her about everything. It deceived her.

    After awhile, she would go down and ask it the same question everyday. She knew what the mirror would respond with, whether she chose to believe it or not. she would hit the mirror, frustrated and confused. This only caused more problems for her, for coming too close to the mirror would hurt her.

    Soon her abuses became weak, and she could hardly breathe from the pain it’s glass produced. Like shards were digging into her lungs. The monster in the reflection clouded her vision from what was really on the other side, and she was barely clinging to life as she leaned against it.

    And with her final breath, she asked the mirror the same question she asked daily.

    “Mirror, am I pretty now?”

Just a little piece I wrote. I know that a lot of people look into a mirror, and it only makes them upset with what it shows them, but I just want you to know, you're beautifully unique. And nobody looks exactly like you, and that's pretty awesome.

Stretch marks, scars, freckles, they're all markings on you body that add to your beauty. You were born a blank canvas, now you have all these marks to prove you lived.

Don't believe the media or anyone who tells you you aren't perfect the way you are, because they're wrong.

Just a reminder to let you all know you're beautiful and perfect in your own ways.

A little self confidence booster if you will.

I love you all devils, byeeeee.