So, why have you come here today?
“I think…I don’t…I guess, recently, there hasn’t been that usual switch of encouragement. You get it, but you don’t get it.”
I sit in front of it (her) every. single. day.
Keep talking, I'm listening.
“Okay, today we’ll do a very simple makeup routine. I usually start with my eyebrows, but maybe I’ll apply mascara first–“
My mirror is listening. It hears my inner thoughts, my moments of distress; it can hardly miss the wipes of tears.
She’s always like this, you know. Alicia, that’s just her.
Weren’t you just about to tell me why you’ve been feeling so down lately?
“Yes, can we move on though? I’m going to be late, and that’ll only add on to this – whatever this is.”
Unfortunately, like yesterday, like last week, and just like on her birthday, makeup doesn’t fix things. Because I see her 24/7 and I know what “genuine” looks like.
“My hair looks fine, so that saves me 10 more minutes.”
Alicia’s hair looks disgusting. It’s a mess that needs help…but she knows that already. The less she focuses on it, the more makeup she can put on to distract from it.
“Now that we’re done with that, we can move on to our outfit of the day.”
This can take 10 minutes or another hour. It depends on whether the makeup is the outfit, or she wants to go full glam. What’s today? I’m not even sure she’s mentioned it.
I’m just a mirror.
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