Disclaimer: I do not own 8 Simple Rules or any of the characters involved. I do not own the song "Mirror" by Barlow Girl.

Mirror: Bridget's POV

Bridget had just gotten home from a great day at school. All her friends had been really nice to her, and she hadn't let a single tear slip out in front of them.

Why would Bridget cry? She had everything. Didn't she?

Wrong.

She didn't have her dad.

2 weeks later

After two weeks of successfully keeping everything inside her Bridget had had enough. She didn't want to be popular anymore. She didn't even want to be pretty. She didn't want nice clothes or nice things. Doesn't sound like Bridget? Well what do you need with good looks, popularity and nice clothes when you don't have your Dad?

After all, her Dad hadn't wanted that for her.

Her friends liked her, but she realized that maybe if she wasn't so pretty maybe they would like her anymore.

She looked in the mirror, and saw the perfect girl that looked back at her.

But it wasn't her.

Bridget remembered back in elementary school when she had loved to dress up and put on plays for her parents. She had loved and had even been in the drama program for a little while. She had wanted to be an actress when she grew up. At least for a little while. When she was in fifth grade she had wanted to be the President.

But when she got into high school she realized that everyone's not going to like you if you're a weirdo actress. No one's going to like you if you're a scientist. And no one is going to think you're cool for trying to be President- especially if you're a girl.

So she changed. She found out about lots of things that can make you cool.

Nice clothes.

Beauty. And so much more…

She learned about all these things, and she decided that she needed to leave all those other things behind. All those other things that wouldn't make her anything in the world.

She had looked in the mirror and she had tried to be like all the rest of the girls in her class. At least the popular ones.

Bridget watched as a tear ran down her face and messed up her makeup, but she didn't fix it.

She didn't want to be that girl anymore.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, Have I got it?

Cause mirror you've always told me who I am I'm finding it's not easy to be perfect

She didn't want to be perfect anymore. She wanted to be more like… she hated to say this, but she wanted to be more like Carrie. Carrie may not be popular but at least she knew what was important to her and she wouldn't budge from her convictions. Bridget needed to figure out what she knew was right, and she knew that letting the mirror control her wasn't the right thing.

Sorry you don't define me

Sorry you don't own me

Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?

Who are you? Who are you?

I don't need to listen to the list of things I should do

I won't try, I won't try

A Day Later

When Bridget got home from school she lay on her bed and cried because none of her friends liked her anymore. She had signed up for the drama club for next year, and none of her friends thought the drama club was cool. She had also gone to school in less than cool clothes, and close to none makeup. Her friends weren't looking for that.

Even though she had close to no makeup on, though Bridget was still pretty… just not in a fake way.

And when Bridget looked in the mirror she saw a girl she hadn't seen in a long time. A girl with a cause. A girl that was pretty even without makeup. A girl wearing clothes that actually covered her whole body. A girl her dad would have been proud of.

Mirror I am seeing,

A new reflection,

I'm looking into the eyes of he who made me,

And to him I have beauty beyond compare.

And that was the girl she wanted to be.

You don't define me,

You don't define me,

You don't define me,

You don't define me!