I stare into the mirror tugging at my hair. My face is red splotched and my eyes blood shot. My nose is too big and my mouth too narrow. My cheeks too chubby and my jaw not sharp. My chin has a dent and underneath oh god. What has become of the beautiful face I had as a child. The face my mother would look upon and show off to her friends. I step away and hold the shards of my memories. The small miniscule peices of my broken heart which lay among the cobwebs of my soul. Once again I approach my mirror and gaze into my reflection. With shaky hands I lift the tube of eyeliner to my face. The black liquid creating lines on top of my eyelid with beautiful patterns. Beautiful. What I oh so long to be. The liquid pencil falls leaving a long black streak. The spell has broken. My hand, now strong, picks up the red lipstick which I then press to the mirror. A smile creeps to the "narrow lips" and I scribble words on to my mirror. "Beautiful" "Worth it" "Happy" My hand drops the tube and I see my reflection. I had created a frame. A large rectangle made of red lipstick. I saw...myself. And I...was beautiful. My lips are plump and full. My eyes are deep pools of chocolatey brown. My cheeks have ceased to look pudgy and instead look full and lively. For once, I see, who I have always longed to be. Me.