No Mirrors

No Mirrors

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Shay remembers her 12th birthday being introduced to her first mirror. She was confused at first looking into it her eyes glossing over seeing herself for the first time in years. Her appearance was only created by the people around her. She stared into it her parents behind her a warm smile on each of their faces. The reflection tilted it's head ever so slightly and smiled wider than Shay had. A world where mirrors are introduced when the child is beginning teenage hood. For lack of better terms. Yet, the mirrors hold a different you. They're eager to escape. There will be slow updates I really want this to be something I put my heart and soul into since I have extra time to write and I have the ideas.
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As I stare at myself in the mirror, I don't even recognize the reflection. I'm a married woman, and I can't get over that. I'm only wearing red lace underwear at the moment. I wear sexy panties and bras now because I have someone who's seeing them every day other than myself. Does he wear special boxers...? I'm not ready to think about Silas that way yet. It is still too weird. I am a little surprised that I haven't had a meltdown yet. I've never had a panic attack before, but my life has been turned upside-down. I have a pretty damn good excuse to have one. Everyone is probably expecting that I will. They may even be surprised that I haven't yet. Eight years erased... Eight years to learn... I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still me... just older. I rub lotion into my face, examining it closely. Still me. Same blue eyes. Same shallow dimples in my cheeks. Same lips that cover straight teeth that my parents paid a lot of money for. I step back and take in my body. A little curvier then I remember, but not by much. I guess with marriage comes comfort weight. My hair is the same blonde, just longer. How odd to have everything the same... yet so different. Completed July of 2019

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