Mirror, Mirror On The Wall. I Wasn't Her After All.

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Mirror, mirror on the wall... I used to dread your answers.

I'd stare at you, searching for someone I wished I could be, prettier, louder, softer, smarter, braver, better. But no matter how I smiled or fixed my hair, you always showed me... just me. And for the longest time, I believed that wasn't enough.

This book is for the girls who ever felt like a second choice. The ones who stood quietly in a crowd, who heard their name in whispers but never in praise. For those who tried to shrink themselves to fit in, or twisted parts of who they are just to be loved.

Growth is quiet. Healing is not always pretty. And acceptance doesn't come all at once, it comes in waves.

One day, I looked at my reflection and didn't flinch. I didn't wish to be her.

I just wanted to understand me. And that was the day everything started to shift.

Because maybe I was never meant to become her.

Maybe I was always meant to find me.

"Mirror, mirror on the wall. I wasn't her after all."