Mirror on the Wall

What I see behind the mirror.

There's no solid answer, really.

In the beginning, I used to wake up, with bright blue eyes staring right back at me. Eyebrows curved nice, dark hair just barely wavy, and a toothy white smile. My cheeks spread wide, I'd laugh like no tomorrow. I was happy.

Then, for a time, that changed. That became someone I could only wish to be. I compared myself to models online. I looked in the mirror, seeing dark bumps under my eyes. My blue eyes seemed dull, my hair out of place. My teeth tinted yellow, my smile unnatural. Pimples were growing, polluting my face, and that smile became a frown. I'd look away.

Now, I see the bumps on my face. I see my short eyelashes, and the eyebrow lines out of place. I noticed the slight bump on my tummy, the curve on my thighs, and the discoloration of my face. I also see a beautiful woman, with curious blue eyes. With dark hair framing her face, and a smile that could light up any room. I see happiness, and I see confidence. I see imperfections. But those imperfections made me, me. Those imperfections, were of perfection.

I fall in love with my reflection.