When you look in the mirror.
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What do you see of yourself when you look in the mirror?
Some see a reflection, some see flaws. And some see everything else.
For Taylor, the mirror is her worst enemy.
Oh, she knows she's beautiful, gorgeous, hot. She knows that her legs are the epitome of seduction, that her hair is more luxurious than a hair model's. But she never squarely looks at her eyes. Sure, they are just as pretty of the rest of her, but the few times she glances at her eyes, she is frozen.
She becomes enthralled by the life that dances behind them, and for a moment, she forgets why she hates to look at herself. But then some part of her just floats out as she continues to stare at the bright blue eyes with the dark iris, and she finds the piece of herself that floats turning to thoughts that she never ever even think of otherwise.
She watches as the irises contract, for no explainable reason. She thinks on how many girls in the world stare at their mirror, wishing and hoping. For a better body, for a boy to notice them, and to check to make sure that the bruises are covered. She thinks on how each of those girls has brothers and mothers, fathers and cousins. Whole lives outside of the room where they inspect themselves in intense scrutiny. It's happening down the road, on the East Coast, India, Germany, all over the world.
People are living their lives, some in front of mirrors, some driving to work, some taking a nap, some watching the news, and god knows what else they could be doing at whatever hour it is for them. People are living and loving, dying and crying. There are six and a half billion people in this world right now existing right along with her.
But out of those billions of people, maybe a hundred know Taylor exists. And maybe twenty of them care about her. Six point five billion people and ninety nine point nine percent of them go on without knowing her.
As she continues to float outside her body, still held fast by her reflection's gaze, Taylor feels herself shrinking. She gazes at herself as if she were a stranger, looking upon herself as if for the first time. After all, you never see anyone more clearly for who they are than when you know absolutely nothing about them.
Taylor sees the brat in her pouty lip, the snob in the way her chin is tilted up, the teen in her blank face. She sees the girl who thinks she deserves the world, deserves to have the world listen to her words. The floating part of her, the one that is thinking these awful thoughts, worms the idea into her head that in the grand scheme of things, she is a bit of stardust floating along in a galaxy.
She finally manages to tear herself away from her own gaze. After all, she's never been good at dealing with not being the center of attention.
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