Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Until recently, we had a mirror hanging up in the girls’ bathroom of our cabin.
And I was happy when it fell off of Abigail’s bunk bed.
Because I hated that mirror.
There were lots of reasons I could give you if you asked me why I disliked it.
It was extremely small. It had a 6 inch diameter.
It had little flowers in its design. Ugh…
It was hanging up too high – I had to stand on tiptoe just to see into it….
The list would go on and on if you pressed. But there is another reason.
Because I didn’t like what it showed me.
Sure, I could put on earrings, and maybe even a necklace.
And yeah, I could fix my hair.
I could wear lip-gloss, if I really wanted to.
But I can not change what shines through my eyes.
Now, some people can fake emotions really well.
I can’t.
You can see a lot of things, if you’re really looking.
Pain/hurt.
Boredom.
Anger.
Confusion/doubt.
Good things too, I hope.
But still… My attitude is like a mirror of what’s inside.
So I try to mask it.
But no matter how hard I try, the attitude that people see is like the product of my feelings.
Whether or not these are things I want you to see.
Ouch.
So All May Know,
Madeline A. S.