Art by: Natalie C. Staff Member, Grade 8
Everyday I stare into the mirror in my bedroom. Mirrors are everywhere I go, Taunting my self worth and confidence. I spit nasty horrible things to the girl that I see.
My heart tells me to stop, it starts to shrink. But my brain says I deserve it, I’ m a horrible looking person that isn’ t the least bit beautiful.
Mirror
By: Angelica G, Staff Member, Grade 8
My mind and heart dispute,“ How dare you lower her self worth” my heart voices.“ It’ s just the hard truth!” my mind yells back. For a moment, a wave of confidence rushes over me.“ The both of you please just stop, flowers and fairy lights are two very different things that we all Still find beautiful.” Silence happened between the two while I sat in front of that evil mirror. I beat it I told myself, I beat the mirror.
I decide to change my outlook on life from then on. Let’ s comment on, The forest coloring of my eyes. Along with the constellations Of freckles across my cheeks. I’ m beautiful and different, I tell myself.
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