changes
She looked through the glass
Studying the person who stared back at her
She blinked owlishly, cocking her head in perplexity
This girl had changed, changed almost too much to recognize
Gone were the colorful t-shirts, the well-worn sneakers
Gone was the slightly frizzy brown hair
just long enough to put in a ponytail
All gone
In their places were candy-colored sweaters, designer skinny jeans
Shoulder-length, straight blonde hair framed a face
whose freckles were neatly concealed by foundation
Gone was the tattered black backpack, in its place a pink purse
She looked through the glass
Remembering seeing the girl before
Sitting in the lunchroom, laughing with her friends
Crying alone, the ‘friends’ nowhere in sight
Smiling bravely, striding out to meet the world
Laughing in the arms of one boy one night
Smiling and snuggling close to another the next
Changed
She remembered
Seeing the girl before she changed
Smiling, happy to be with her one best friend
Her one true friend
Reaching out, crying, when that friend was gone
She saw
The glimmery pink lipgloss, the tight pink sweater
denim miniskirt, black leggings and Uggs
Bag carefully carelessly over one shoulder
A tear left the girl’s eye
For what was lost, what would never be
She saw one on the other girl’s face too
And realized
The glass was a mirror...
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