Reflection

On Friday morning I look in the mirror. I see a girl in an Aero hoodie and dark was boot cut jeans from the same store. The hoodie is just like the ones all of her friends have, but a different color. The jeans are dark wash and boot cut because that is fashionable, even if the girl would rather wear her faded Old Navys. Her hair is straight, all of its natural curl pressed out between two hot plates.

It takes the girl an hour to straighten her hair, an hour that she would rather spend doing other things, but she does it anyway because its cool, in, fashionable, stylish, and all of the other acceptable adjectives. The girl grabs her name brand tote and heads out the door.

The next day is Saturday. I look in the mirror again. I see a girl in a faded Minnesota Twins T-shirt and Mickey Mouse pajama pants. This is me.