Mirrors
Mirrors
by Ash Barnard
15-17
They are one of the only recognized things to reflect back to you what you look like
We often look at the same mirror all our lives. Each of us see the person staring back differently
Some of us loathe it
Some are blinded by the fog that got placed in front of it
Some of us only see the attractive parts of the person in front of them
Some are covered in cob webs and dust
Most of us never look around to notice that there are many different mirrors in the world around us
So many of us are too focused on the reflective surface in front of us to even care to look at the other ones
When someone tries to show us a different mirror, we hiss
“That’s not true!” We all scream in unison
“I don’t deserve to be seen as beautiful!” some of us who loathe their image exclaim
“I have no flaws!” some of us who see perfection in their reflection whine
“I have no good qualities!” some of us who loathe our entire reflection sob
“You can’t see the truth!” We all shout again, before going back to our lone mirrors
Some of us stay. We tilt our heads at the different reflections before us
“So this is what I look like to you,” a small group of us declare
“How do I know which one is true?” We ask
The truth is, all of the mirrors are honest
They all highlight something different about you
But at the end of it all, we are still us
I am still me
You are still you
And we can all wipe away the fog on our mirrors, and occasionally look at other mirrors
And see ourselves in a new perspective in each of them
To learn some things we can improve,
And some things that we learn to
Admire