The injustice of the mirror

There she is…standing infront of a mirror,
Looking at her reflection with intense eyes,
cursing the reality under her breath,
Wondering what would it be like if a little inch of her body was reduced,
Choosing an outfit took forever,
Time is not on her side.
Her thoughts are fighting the injustice of the mirror,
She is tempted to cancelled her date,
but she doesn’t want to disappoint the heart that asked her so generously,
She is so blind to realize the beauty that lies within herself,
Slowly observing the scar under her breast,
Wishing it never been there….
It reminded her of the tragedy that occurred during her teenagehood,
She tries to sweep away this disturbing thought with a smile,
Hearing her pounding very loudly,
Taking a deep breath, allowing the scent of her perfume to unleash her cheerful mood,
From a distance she could see her mother smiling at her, telling her how beautiful she looked….
Suddenly chose the dress, arrange her accessories,
eventually she was out of her room with a positive state of mind.