Mirror mirror on the wall why do you have to show my reflection at all? I mean sometimes I like it but most of the time I don’t. My pale skin holds back all the emotions that flows throughout my body. Each freckle holds an experience whether it’s good or bad. My navy blue eyes pop out like the only black crayon in a box of yellow ones. They’re the only thing about my appearance that I actually like. My once curly hair falls straight with the help of a little heat. As the strands become curlier my confidence levels began to decline, as if they weren’t already low enough. The outrageous dreams that crowd my mind are reflected back to me as lost causes, as if I am not able to accomplish anything. I know deep down inside that I could make anything a reality, but when the reflection that looks at you every morning tells you no it’s hard to say yes. I can feel how the negative thoughts have carved themselves into my body with every glance of my reflection in the cold glass mirror. The hatred and disappointment in myself that once came from other humans comes screaming at me through the glass. It tells me I’m not good enough and I begin to believe it. With every peek I begin to die a little inside, knowing I’ll never be like everyone else. Knowing I’ll never be the pretty one in the room. Knowing I’ll always be the one that gets ignored or completely forgotten. But then as soon as I go to pull away from the glass of pain that is in front of me I see it. It’s the beauty that I once saw in myself as a child before the harsh words were engrained into my skin. At that moment I know that what I saw before didn’t matter. What matters is what I saw in myself before the people around me began to be the cruel people they are today, because not only do I have potential but I am beautiful.