The Moral of This Story
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