What do I see when I look in the mirror?
I see my Dad and Grandad’s big (thankfully not bushy) eyebrows, and the scar running through the center of my left one. I see unconfident and doubtful blue eyes. I see dark make-up to draw away attention from the rest of my face, and blemishes, which I refuse to cover up with foundation. I see the odd freckle, and the colon (freckles) underneath to the right of my right eye.
I see my dimples and chubby cheeks when I look at my phone and smile because I see I have a text from Ash.
I see a girl twiddling her hair out of habit, and lipgloss covering the bitemarks on her lower lip from anxiety.
I see a faked smile, masking the pain I feel inside.
I see the engagement ring on the left hand, and the chipped nail varnish on my fingernails. I see the beautiful simplistic silver heart bracelet on the right wrist, and a vast row of bracelets to hide the scars on the other.
I see a girl who’s trying. I see a girl who is slowly building up her self esteem enough to meet me in the eyes through the mirror. I see a girl who’s scratches are fading.
I see a girl who’s heart beats for Ash; a girl in love.
I see a girl who is getting better.