The Birth of Vanity

February 27, 2008
By Katherine Crowley, Beverly, MA

Shivering and sock-less at seven AM, I crept.
The tips of my toes and heels grazing the ground
The crisp tile shaking me all the way up.
I climbed to the height of the crayon colored stool.

I watched myself:

Ruffled bark hair askew over sandy skin
Blue flannels, blue eyes, cream teeny teeth

Contorting my features and laughing
To see what would happen in the glass.

I met myself.

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