I stare into the mirror at my reflection. it's finally my turn to speak to my older self. when you turn a certain age you look in the mirror and the reflection is like your older self talking to you. today is my day. I stare into my cold, dark eyes. I slowly place my hand on the mirror as the reflection shifts. it turns into a taller more muscular figure. the hair is shaved on the sides and fluffy on the top, nothing like my long silky hair i have now. i look up to it. "o-oh... your not what i thought you would look like..." i speak coldly to the mirror as i feel the others hand on mine.
my older self looks down at me, looking a little uneased by my remark "kiddo? i know im not what you expected.. but would you still like to hear what i have to say?" i hesatently nod my hand as they smile "well kiddo... dont look at things like other people. just because its not normal or not girly doesnt mean you have to hate it. dont let things like gender norms control who you wanna be.. you got this little guy" they softly smile as the reflection fades out leaving me stairing at myself with my hand on the mirror. teary eyed i nod agreeing to what the older told me.
