Girls love mirrors.
They check their hair, do their makeup, and beautify themselves.
Are mirrors different then through the looking glass of the human eye?
I hate mirrors.
They lie to me, tell me I'm skinny, and tell me differently.
Put up with the slow weight gain as birthdays pass unnoticeably. Others notice, others point it out.
Just when you're fine with yourself, you find yourself in a fun house.
Short, fat, surrounded by lying mirrors.
I hate them.
They lie to me, call me skinny and compliment me, and turn a once beautiful girl into one who's lost hope and got mascara running down her cheeks.
Others see me differently but why?
I see myself differently and cry.