The mirror sits on my wall. I refuse to look inside. I know what awaits for me inside my mirror. I avoid my reflection as I strip for my shower. I sob as I think back on my day not wanting to remember the horrible details. I feel as if I am eating glass. Life feels like torture. People tell me “just wait, it gets worse”. I want to give up. I want to leave. My eyes meet with the reflection and I am hit with the dread in my chest. A monster stands a couple feet away from me. Trapped. The mirror contains her. She is ugly. She cries. She slams her fist against the mirror. Sometimes you don’t realize who the monster is until you look in the mirror.