I found a mirror today.

I paused a brief moment to view the creature there.

I was horrified.

She was not pretty, nor was she skinny. She was not smart, nor was did she have the potential to be. She was not good, nor was she worthy of the kindness she tried to give to others. She was not good at her trade, nor could she ever be. She was a fool. A monster. A blemish on the face of society. God’s true mistake.

And I could not bare it.

I sat before the mismatched being in the mirror, placing my hands upon my shoulders in the shape of an “x”, staring wide-eyed at her. Cold lines of dread seeped over me, and tears stung my eyes.

She should not exist.

I,

should not exist.

I sat there for a while longer after I’d met her, both of us sharing a crumpled form and a tear-streaked expression. We did not look gentle and pretty when we cried, as many girls did.

No.

Instead we look like the monsters we are.