Mirror 6: The Reflection Was Never Hers

She stands before the mirror.
Not to admire.
Not even to check.
Just to see if something’s still there.

But the face looking back?
It isn’t hers.

It’s a face carved by expectations —
The helper. The good girl. The fixer of everything.
The one who made sure everyone else was fine.

She leans in closer.
And this time, the tiredness is unbearable.

It’s not just fatigue.
It’s a weariness woven into her bones.

It’s the echo of sleepless nights, Of silent breakdowns behind bathroom doors, Of smiling when she wanted to scream.

It’s the weight of being everything For everyone, While forgetting how to be anything for herself.

Behind her eyes, something flickers.
Not hope — not yet —
Only the vast emptiness Where joy once lived.

She’s no longer looking in the mirror. She’s trying to remember Who disappeared When she stopped being seen.

You were never what they told you to be.
You only wore the mask because you were kind.
Because you wanted peace.

But now the mirror speaks differently.
Now the reflection cracks.

And through those cracks,
something softer glows.

Not perfect.
Not fixed.
But real.

The girl you were.
The woman you are.
The light you carry.

You are not who they said you are.
You are who you remember becoming.

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