My reflection is unwanted; it is only a reminder of my lack of beauty. How could flaming red hair be beautiful? Or the abundance of freckles marring unnaturally pale skin? What of my eyes- an ugly brown, dull and muddy?
My mother and father lie as I walk down the stairs each morning; they tell me how pretty I am and how boys will be fighting over me one day. My brothers laugh and mock these words; they are the ones who tell the truth. They are unafraid to tell me that what I see in the mirror is plain and unattractive.
I remember excitedly receiving a small amount of makeup from my mother last Christmas, thinking it would bring me the beauty I craved so much. I remember gazing hopefully into the mirror after using it, only to find it did nothing to make me prettier. Numerous nights have passed where tears burst from my eyes as I mourn the fact I will never be beautiful.
My reflection is only a reminder of my lack of beauty; and for that reason, it is unwanted.
Disclaimer: Ginny and her family are all Mrs. Rowling's.
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