As I sat down at my vanity to get ready for the day, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes stared back at me, tired and unhappy. I played with my smile, turning it on and off like a light switch, practicing for the day’s performance.
I read my affirmations on the post-it notes out loud. “I am strong and capable.” “My voice matters.” “I am creative.” “I am enough.”
My reflection answered back. “You are weak.” “No, it doesn’t.” “Your writing sucks.” “You will never be enough.”
I closed my eyes. This was just in my head. Then a cold breath slid across my skin, crawling up the back of my neck. Suddenly it became hard to breathe, the room felt small, and everything was muffled.
I opened my eyes in a panic. My reflection stood up, tilted her head with that practiced smile, and walked away, leaving me pounding at the glass from the other side.
So dope!!