You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?
(Thanks for suggesting this thought-provoking prompt, Chocolate Eyes).
“Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?”
She shrieked for there were no mirrors,
Just tons and tons of walls.
She jawed at them,
But the walls were silent,
And all she could do was listen,
To her voice echoing off them.
It’s then she started hearing,
The cracks in her voice,
Her harsh guttural tones,
Her rabid words,
That were not castigated,
Not toned down,
It was she who had been blinded,
By the reflections of her beauty.