I was still not sure who am I, what do I do with my life. Like a monster was trying to streal my beauty and make me believe I wasn’t worth it. I looked in the mirrow and I started repeating “You are not a monster, you are not going to take my yougth away, I don’t believe in you, you don’t exist”. Then I took a hairbrush and shot at it. It was broken in pieces. I sat down on the floor, trembling, wipping, but I could hear my breath and my heart racing. I was no longer obsessed with that moster. I was regaining my peace. What a joy, what a peace!