Looking into the Mirror

She remembered looking into the mirror and wishing she didn’t exist. She could still feel every moment of hurt that they’d gifted her. Her mother thought that she’d make things alright by telling her that she was beautiful. But it never worked. Then she stopped eating all of her favourite things and the only sorrow that she felt was being away from food. At least looking into the mirror made her happy now.

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