She answers to the mirror’s command. Viewing the reflection, she glances aside in anguish. The mirror tries summoning her back, whispering relentless matters towards her. Attempting to cover her ears, yet the whispering intensifies. She finally tends to the demands, and beholds the malicious mirror. She examines herself, and solely noticing flaws. The mirror had her brainwashed. Everything about her body was unfit; her hair wasn’t straight and appealing like the popular girls, her skin an ivory milk, her eyes are just simple green, she’s not statuesque and exceedingly slender like the actresses in the magazines, to her and what the mirror convinced her to believe, she was far from flawless and just ordinary. The other girls glance at her, criticizing, talking as if the mirror had a connection with them. She starts to feel unsure, and soon falls into despair. Every day she gazed into the mirror, discovering a new flaw with herself. Her neighbor observed her shift in behavior and decided to check on her one dull night. He gradually wandered into her room, finding the girl sitting on the floor beside the mirror, sobbing, incoherent, terrible things about herself, and a knife on her wrist. He hastily goes to her, stumbling to the floor, and clutches the knife from her hand. Tears streaming down his face, he asks the girl why she would do something like this to herself, observing the cuts all over her arms. She gazes up at him; she quietly whispers that every time she stares into that mirror, all she sees is a dull girl, horrid whom all the girls disparaged her, because she’s doesn’t resemble them. He rises from the floor bitterly, with a grimace at the mirror. He forced his fist with deep malice to the face of the mirror, it shrieked menacingly as it shattered into millions of pieces. The girl looked at him, in shock. He peered down at her, helping her up, he walked her away from the shattered pieces and sat her on the bed. He sat next to her, delicately taking her hands, gazing into her eyes. He whispered listen to me, you’re incredible. You have the most striking features; beautiful, ebony curly hair, the most divine green eyes I’ve ever seen. Who cares if you’re not scrawny like those toothpicks on those magazine covers, you’re perfect! To me, when you come into a room you just burst with radiance! You’re stunning; don’t let anyone ever scold you for being you, everything they say about you are just damn lies. She stared at him, he was being completely honest. She couldn’t believe it. Someone had finally loved her for her true self.