45. Mirror, Mirror: What if your mirror started talking to you? What might the mirror say?https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/
Why hello again!
It’s you! It’s been a while!
Honestly, I’ve felt neglected since the pandemic began. You barely even give me a second glance these days.
I mean, I know you haven’t worn makeup in months and you’ve shamefully neglected your eyebrows.
(About that, by the way, you’re about to remember why you started plucking in the first place–you’re dangerously close to having a unibrow again.)
If I’m honest, though, mostly I feel hurt. Hurt by that critical look in your eye when you glance at me.
How you scowl! How you grimace! It’s like you only look at me to find fault!
So you’re looking for faults, huh? I can tell you some faults! Where do I even begin??
- Your belly sags. Not to mention your tits.
- You’ve got crows feet (they say they come from smiling, but I call BS).
- Let’s be honest, your hair is pretty much gray.
- You’re developing quite a ‘stache.
- We’ve already covered the unibrow.
- Those freckles were cute as a teen. Now not so much.
- When was the last time you combed your hair?
I could go on, but honestly, why bother?
Because I know you go through this same list of “imperfections” every time you stand before me.
I’m asking you to look past those things. (You’re 35 now, darling, your tits aren’t getting any perkier, barring surgical intervention.)
I’m asking you to see what I see when you stand in front of me. I see a woman who is more herself now than she ever has been.
You may see a woman whose looks are fading. I see a woman who is blossoming and blooming, who is lovelier than ever. Though your skin is wrinkling, you wear it better than you ever have before.
And I love you better than ever.
So please spend a bit more time with me the next time you stroll by. Stop and look with me at all the beautiful imperfections that make you perfectly you.