People write about the mirror they hate because they’re in it. But the mirror, for me, has always been a source of comfort. Because the girl in the mirror doesn’t judge. She knows what I feel. I can cry to her and she’ll cry with me. The mirror is the only one I trust. I’m happy, falsely, with everyone else because they call me the calm in the storm. But the mirror doesn’t need me, I don’t need the mirror, so in this way we need each other. One day though, I looked in the mirror and she looked back. I could see in her eyes that this was the last time. I had to look away from the mirror. I had to find someone who wouldn’t judge, who would love me. Cry with me and laugh with me. Someone who doesn’t need me, and I don’t need them, so we need each other. My reflection was something I could never truly love. So I looked at the me in the mirror and said farewell. And these days I have friends who I love. They love me and I know it. I don’t open up to them all but there are a select few that I do trust enough. My reflection, I realized, this girl in the mirror, was never gone. She was inside me. But that day, my life became too much for her, so I had to let go. But I still feel her sometimes, reminding me that I didn’t have to be the anchor for everyone. And when I look into the mirror, I don’t see her anymore. I see a different girl, that I’m trying to love, that I hate and I cherish, that’s kind, and terrible. Now, when I look into the mirror, the girl in the mirror is nothing more than me.
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