The mirror.

As I gaze upon my reflection, a sigh escapes me. The person staring back at me is not who I aspire to be. I see a lonely, overweight, and unappealing girl who longs to be somewhere else. When I observe her, I feel remorseful, as if she deserves better. It's strange that I can say this about myself without feeling the same way. Perhaps deep down, I don't identify with the person in the mirror. At times, I drift off into my thoughts and envision myself looking at my reflection anew. In this scenario, the image I behold is the person I strive to become. A mature woman who can fend for herself, pursuing her own aspirations without letting anyone stand in her way. A radiant beauty. I yearn to perceive this when I gaze upon my reflection, but currently, I feel trapped.