Mirror

She stared at the reflective sliver board in front of her. Her face didn't betray any emotions--not even a hint--as if she was a statue. She was hardly breathing, only the sign of the uplifting of her chest showed that she was still alive.

Everything around her was grey. She couldn't move her eyes away from the mirror. The person in the mirror stared back at her ruefully, just like she did to the person in the mirror. The person staring at her wasn't a stranger, yet she felt so unfamiliar, so distant.

The person in the mirror had a pair of violet eyes, which were framed with thick dark lashes--but now were rimmed with crystal-like moisture. That was the only thing beautiful about the person in the mirror. Her tears spilled over and she broke through her stillness to wipe away her tears.

She thought she'd never cry, not for that stupid reason. No, she thought she was strong. Alas, she was wrong. She thought she could overcome all those mean words said, but she was wrong. She was wrong.

Apart from her eyes, everything looked wrong. No, they looked even worse than wrong. She looked hideous. Her beautiful eyes were now squinty and red, hardly counted pretty at all. Dark purple smeared under her eyes as they bulged out. Her fingers traced her eye bags, then to her squashed nose in between the bridge of her eyes. It was so flat, hardly counted as a bridge anymore.

Her fingers moved down to her lips--which were pale as sheets--as she scrutinized her unbalanced lips. She then moved her eyes down the figure in the mirror. She thought she saw a balloon that was almost bursting, but it was her rounded body, so fat that it didn't counted as plump anymore. She pulled the fabric downward, tried to cover up the extend of her body.

She never saw something this hideous.

She wanted to change. She was so sick of those mean comments from the guys on the sidewalk anymore. She'd had enough. She wanted to be thin, she wanted everyone sighed jealously as they caught a glance at her, instead of laughing their heads off as if she was a huge joke.

She started to starve herself,eating only paper rolls in order to be as thin as a model. Skinny-Minnie. That's what she wanted to become. People still treated her as if she was dirt, she swallowed her pride and all of her tears. She will succeed. She will change her fate altogether with her hideous figure.

Months passed. She now stood in front of the mirror again. How odd, she didn't recognize herself at all. All that she saw was a stranger in front her, her eyes filled with terror and fear. Who was she? Who was the person in front of her? No, it wasn't her. She wasn't like that.

Her once swollen body was now slim, and not just slim, it was so thin that it looked so fragile, like a single feathery touch could have shattered her down into a thousand pieces. She expression was tired and her rosiness of her cheeks faded, leaving only translucent pale skin behind.

People now stared at her, but not in wonder, but in surprised. They were shocked to see the new her, but they didn't know that they were the ones who forced her into this stage. No, they were just kidding, making life easier and funnier only for them. They didn't care about her.

She realized, only she could care for herself. Why would she ever change for some strangers that only judge her without knowing her? Why was she so stupid and so blind before? Now she saw the light. Late maybe, but better than never.

She smiled as tears of joy overflowed. She could finally let go of everything--such stupid things--she hold on so hard before. That was nothing, it was just letting her accept her even better, clearing her view so she could see clearly. Everything was so vivid now.

She pushed the mirror down roughly, and the mirror fell into thousands of crystal, leaving the old her behind. She left without saying goodbye. There was no need for goodbye, as she was her now.

She decided to eat real food after all these months. She knew she lived for her, and not anyone else.Whatever the other said now will not alter her paths anymore.

She knew who she was.