So whose the prettiest afterall?

Mirrors are so strange. One reflection, and there we go, a rush to excellency. It makes us measure every inch of our bodies through the scale of perfection. From painfull plastic surgeries and hair transplants to our social anxieties and depressions, just to appear beautiful. Nobody wants to be judged but we brtualy judge ourselves. We magnify our own flaws to ourselves. Some pimples on our cheeks or a few calories can steal away our confidence. The worst thing is, it drags our attention to what’s not so important. Something that does not define us. We are defined by our personlity and intellect. We are defined by the sweetness of our tounges and bitterness of our words. We conceal our skins but forget to improve as a person everyday.
Mirrors are so strange. They eliminate the meaning of our existance.

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