Poetry & Thoughts

The Girl in the Glass Mirror

She looked at her frail figure at the tainted mirror in front of her.
Her eyes move back and forth between two unpleasant flaws on her skin.
Fat and stretch marks.
As normal as it may be, she want to be anything but normal. Rather be a Barbie.
She grabs and contorts her skin, unsatisfied with her image; trying to find another way to hide the truth.
Turning to her dresser, she grabs a skin toned fabric and stars wrapping it around her torso.
Tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks, trying to fix the imperfection.
Beauty is pain right?
She can barley breathe, as she puts on a tighter and bigger bra.
"All the girls have bigger boobs, so I'll fit just right in."
The cup size didn't exactly fit. But instead of leaving it, she thought about the clean-ex on her nightstand.
"Perfect"
Stuffing the empty space between her chest and the cup, then looking up to her face. Only seeing the acne scars and the enlarged pimples on her face.
She huffs out a sigh, as she brings out her makeup bag, caking her face in unnatural products, and features.
Once done, she takes another look, but this time it's with her eyes. Not societies.
Her emotion falters as she sees who's she trying to become.
Bringing her gaze up at the persons glassy eyeliner smudged eyes, she almost didn't recognize who they were.
Out of anger she punches the glass that hangs from the peach colored wall.  Automatically wincing from the open wounds when her knuckles met with the glass. she picks up one of the scattered pieces; examining it and is shocked when she sees: reflection of herself without the add-ons. She frowns, bringing the shard closer to her face, curious on what she is seeing. A video plays on the mirror. As if it was a magic mirror.
It showed a girl who thought beauty was on the outside.
The video replayed and replayed. She thought it was broken,  like the rest. Like her.
Until she sees different scenes on different parts of the mirror. Gazing at the similarities from the original six shards.
She put them together on her wooden floors, connecting one scenario at a time. Until she made the mirror complete again, showing her in a pink floral dress and no makeup or fixes.
Just her.
Not you,
Only Me.
- Olivia(myself)