When I watch a baby look at its reflection for the first time and smile, I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. The baby so innocent and so pure can't help but smile and laugh at himself in the mirror. Little does he know how cruel the world is and how one day he will look in the mirror and frown, maybe shed a tear, or even start to break down. Because when I look in the mirror I don't smile anymore. I stare with hatred scanning myself. My eyes travel my body like lazers. How I long to see the world in the eyes of a baby, with pure innocence. Maybe even see myself like a baby looking at its reflection for the first time. Maybe one day I'll see my reflection and smile.
