She stared in the mirror.

Her big ember eyes glared at her reflection.

She wasn't pretty in her mind, no she was far from that.

She tried to smile but she couldn't do it, she couldn't find herself to smile.

She was insecure, she hated everything about her, and the only thing good about her in her mind was she can handle herself in a fight.

The teasing from Soul and Blackstar really brought her self-esteem down then it already was.

The girls keep telling her that she was pretty no wait scratch that beautiful but she paid them no mind as she kept bringing herself down.

She was imperfect, in her mind she couldn't even compare to a rat.

A smirk formed on her pale face as she stared at the reflection but in reality she wasn't smirking her lips were in a straight line.

A demon stood in the mirror mocking her with its lifeless eyes.

Maka hurry up! I need to pee.

Those words didn't even reach her ears as she stared at the demon in front of her.

You're to flat chested

You're too fat

Your hair is not bright enough

Your clothes are too boring

Stop looking like a five year old with those pigtails.

Stop being so boring

Stop being you

Her mind raced with thoughts her heart felt heavy as more insecure thoughts raced through her mind.

You're weak

You're worthless

Stop bringing down everyone, they can do so much better than you

The demon disappeared as she pulled her ash blonde hair into pigtails.

She stepped out of the bathroom and Soul raced in, she didn't need to be perfect

She was perfect in her own way.

She was imperfect in her own eyes…but in her friends eyes she was perfect.