Today I was teaching science to my younger sister and I randomly recalled how my physics teacher once told me that mirrors are coated with aluminum. But I don’t think I agree. I walk by, and I don’t see a layering of polish and silver, rather I see a reflecting surface coated by evil. Just one glance into the mirror, and you despise your entire being. What if I was skinnier? What if I had clear skin? What if my hairline hadn’t receded that bit? What if my smile wasn’t crooked? What if I did skincare? Maybe I am just bloated. NO, I AM FAT. You spiral. You pick out your insecurities and make yourself so uncomfortable in your skin that all you are left with is a recurring thought if you are enough or not.
And I think I agree that death, misery, and heartache is not the scariest thing I had to encounter. It was my reflection.
