The mirror

When I was little the mirror would tell me I was pretty despite the smudges of chocolate on my slightly pudgy cheeks, or wild frizzy hair I grinned and looked at my mom and said I looked good. As I grew up, the mirror would say I still looked good minus the chocolate stains on my chocolate milk complexion, poisoned sleek hair, and cheeks like the actresses had. I started to build my self esteem up and speak out that didn't end well, but I was still pretty photogenic. But what I failed to realize was when the mirror started saying I was pretty, just not pretty... enough. I was becoming aware of this sickness I was Developing I was becoming a Grown Up. Sephora and Maybelline were my allies to Covergirl this sickness but no amount of L'Oreal could make me feel "Worth It" I felt just about as useless as the plastic these elixirs came in. Television, my favorite babysitter would whisper that I too, could be beautiful if I bought this, I too, could smell like that if I bought that Hell.... I could sound like them if I just reached into my mommy's bag and grabbed the green paper with the dead people on it went to the store, and bought their product. I was becoming a consumer I am a consumer and it was all to get the mirror to say I was pretty enough again.