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Mirror

Darkness. Darkness was all I could see. I wish I could say that it was because the room was dark or maybe I had my eyes closed but that simply wasn't the case. My eyes were wide open though I couldn't see anything in front of me. I am not even sure what I look like. The color of my skin or my eyes. Am I beautiful?

These questions were nothing new to me as I ask myself this every time I feel the cool surface of a mirror. The mirror is the truth and most people hate the truth it tells. The truth that the surface shows nothing of the person inside. I have heard talk of how much they hate their hair color or that they wish they had blue eyes instead of 'dull' brown. I simply wish I could see in general.

I often wonder to myself if I would feel the same way if I could also see. Would I complain about my looks. Would I strive to have the body that I know I can't have?

I slide my fingertip along the velvety surface of my skin. Smooth. That is about all I know. I know that my skin is smooth and that my bone structure feels slim though I have nothing to compare it to.