Swipe left-beard. Swipe left-sandals. Swipe left-cigarette. OMG. Why did she put herself through this every flippin’ day? It was exhausting. 38 days later. This sucks.
Swipe left. Left. Left. Left. Then a pop up. “You have just been super swiped? What the heck does that mean?” She thought no one saw her profile unless she allowed them? Click.
Immediately, she felt her heart rate speed up, her head bowed, her backed hunched, her body instinctively getting in the smallest space possible. Unbelievably, staring back at her smiling broadly in a overlarge cowboy hat was ex-husband. Her sexually, mentally, physically abusive husband. The one who held her against the wall by her neck 6 inches above the floor. The one who cheated on her hundreds of times. The old humiliation, anger, hurt rolled over her again and again.
She breathed-in 3 out 6. In 3 out 6. As her body began to relax, she smiled. Report abuse. Swipe left. Delete application.
It never failed to fill me with horror. Every day I would look in the mirror to see if the image changed. It never did. I didn’t feel like a demon with scarlet horns. In fact, when I reached up to feel them I just felt hair. I lifted one cloven hoof in the reflection but looking down I just saw a human foot with 5 toes. I could feel them against the cold floor but the mirror said differently. Was I the monster in the mirror? I left each morning for work and said hello to my neighbors. I paid for the Starbucks order for the person behind me in the drive though line. I was courteous and loving to my children. How did this not reflect in the mirror? Maybe I didn’t deserve an angel halo and soft white wings but pointed teeth? How was I seeing myself that was so different than my actions?
