Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the prettiest one of all?
I've always wondered if the mirror sees what we see in its reflection. Maybe, even in a mirror, beauty is more than just skin deep.
Sometimes you don't realize you wear on big mask until you are told to shed it.
"One day without makeup, hair products, and nice clothes, in honor of rape victims." Even with such a great cause attached to it, I couldn't do it. I wore my makeup lightly, my hair was flat ironed, but didn't look special, and I wore my favorite jeans with a plain top in my sense of the word. I still wanted to give a polished first impression.
The message from this event: women can be beautiful in many different ways. I wish they had included in that description how many of those ways truly came from the inside.
In the mirror, I could only see some light mascara, a little blush, plain looking hair and clothing, but I still stressed over it. In the end, I still put on a mask.
Changing the shape of a mask, the color of a mask, how much glitter or ribbon you add to a mask, doesn't change the fact that it's still a mask.
Does the mirror see what's hidden underneath my mask? Does the world see? Would I be beautiful?
