Her reflection

Her reflection

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., juin 23, 2015
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Your reflection. An image which not only you see, but an image which everyone sees. An image which society sees. Many people like their reflection but not Olivia. In fact, she absolutely hates her reflection. The thought of seeing her own reflection sent a shiver down her spine. But what do you actually do when you hate your reflection? Do you not look? Do you resist the temptation of seeing through yourself? Olivia's friend, Will, disagrees with her though. To him she puts the stars in his sky, she makes his life worth living. Unfortunately, no amount of compliments or persuasion is going to change Olivia's decision because she doesn't feel ugly. She is ugly. So how hard is it really to change Olivia's view of herself? Well, let's find out, shall we?
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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