Before when I finally got home, I’d walk into the bathroom and look at my reflection. I’d notice my perfected fake smile and forced sparkling eyes that show ‘humor’. I’d take a deep breath let go of the forced picture of happiness and perfection. I’d let the tears fall. I would finally let out all of my emotions from that day out and I’d see the broken girl in the mirror.

Now when I go home and pass by the mirror, I don’t see that pefect girl or the broken girl anymore. I now see the good and the bad, the happy and the sad, the laughing and sobbing. No longer hiding my broken and imperfect parts from the world. I just see, 𝘮𝘦. All of me.