she looked in the broken mirror,
at her broken body —

• her face was caked and pounded with makeup that cost her her own life.

• her arms were hiding under some long shirts, to cover the uglies.

• her legs were well shaven, not a single hair on it.

• her eyes had color contacts in them because she didn't like what she already had.

• her smile was worn out and tired of being forced.

— but the broken mirror finally showed her what she had been blinded by. she tore herself apart, she tore her body apart. and she thought to herself that there was nothing that could fix it now.

~mine: the shards.