Diliema

The happiest I've been in my life has been when I've hated myself the most

Words like honey stuck to the roof of her mouth. Years and years of resentment welled up in her watery eyes.

None of it reached the person on the other side of the mirror. A mere reflection reflected rejection and her anxious gaze.

The enemy

She's never felt at home in her own body. An impossible delima; a virtual pandora box awaited her if she let the monster out.

Pain

She balled up her fist.

It was time for some answers even if it hurt.