What if mirrors could tell stories…? Think about how many times you look in the mirror everyday. You could walk into the bathroom crying, and clean yourself up one day. And the next day, go in the same bathroom and see if your hairs okay. What about the mirror in your room. It could tell you what days you looked beautiful, and what days you looked beautiful, but you didn’t think you did. It could tell you how in 7th grade you wore those clothes, and did your hair the way everyone else did to fit in. And how in 8th grade you realized that you were you, and they were they. And that you took an extra 20 minutes to get ready every morning to impress that certain someone. It could tell you how you looked into it and cried, sick with yourself because you couldn’t impress them… It might even tell you how you looked when you were yourself, in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, with your hair lost and tangled on a cold Sunday afternoon. But if it told you that, it would also have to tell you how alive your eyes were, and how lost your eyes seemed as you tried to dress up the next day, for people who only knew the person you weren’t. Maybe it would even tell you who you are. After all, you looked at yourself inside it every day. Maybe that’s why you aren’t supposed to break a mirror, if you break a mirror. You might just lose the only thing that knows you… You might just lose your story.
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