The Moral of This Story

I had a dream Once where everyone I knew liked me 

and thought I was beautiful 

it was really weird not that everybody likes me

but that I was the one person everybody wanted to hang around

people wanted to be like me.

Out of everybody in the room 

I was the one person they pick, instead of being the last person to be picked.

and I have to say that's felt really nice.

When I woke up 

I started to smile 

it hadn't really fazed me that I was just dreaming

I remember walking to the bathroom to brush my teeth  

with a huge grin on my face

and I turn on the light 

and I saw my reflection on the other side of the mirror

immediately the smile I once carried on my face 

was no longer in existence 

I began to feel my face dampen

As tears started to trickle down my cheeks

faster and faster until the tears flowed to the ground 

And this numb, dead, feeling sort of took over my body faster than I could say (HELP)

and for one moment one small period of time 

I felt and thought I was simply magnificently beautiful 

And that feeling was ripped away to fiercely

I went from being so bubbly and happy and feeling so confident in myself

To hating myself more than you could possibly imagine

I do remember one thing from all of this

That day since I can't stand to see my reflection in the 

mirror every single day

because that one small act of turning the light on and revealing what I look like will determine 

how I view myself the rest of the day