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Written by Ally
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The face in the mirror looks back at me and I wonder who it is? My mind knows it is myself but somehow I feel detached from the image. Wondering why, I look closer into the reflection seeking recognition. My mind is aware that I try not to look too closely at myself because I see my mother who I don't want to be. Then comes the dissection, where I split my features and smile at myself. Letting myself like the image but knowing in my heart I am scared of my image. Never to feel attractive or believe your partner, children and friends that to them you are. I wonder how many other's feel like this?
Ally
Australia
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