Mirror On The Shade
“Mirror On The Shade”:
Lena always hated mirrors. She avoided looking at them as much as possible, fearing what they might reveal. She hated her reflection, her flaws, her insecurities. She hated the way the mirrors seemed to mock her, to taunt her, to expose her.
But there was one mirror she could not escape. It was the mirror on the shade, the one that hung on the wall of her bedroom. It was a gift from her grandmother, who had passed away a few years ago. She had told Lena that it was a special mirror, a magic mirror, that could show her the truth.
Lena did not believe in magic, but she could not bring herself to get rid of the mirror. It was the only thing she had left of her grandmother, the only person who had ever loved her unconditionally. So she kept it, but she never looked at it. She always kept the shade down, covering the mirror with a dark cloth.
One night, however, she was feeling particularly restless. She could not sleep, she could not relax, she could not stop thinking about her problems. She felt lonely, hopeless, worthless. She wondered if anyone would ever love her, if anyone would ever see her for who she really was.
She got up from her bed and walked towards the mirror. She felt a strange urge to look at it, to see what it would show her. Maybe it would show her something good, something positive, something hopeful. Maybe it would show her the truth.
She reached for the shade and pulled it up, revealing the mirror. She gasped as she saw her reflection. It was not what she expected. It was not what she feared.
It was beautiful.
She saw herself as she had never seen before. She saw herself as her grandmother had seen her. She saw herself as she truly was.
She saw her eyes, bright and sparkling, full of intelligence and curiosity. She saw her smile, warm and genuine, full of kindness and joy. She saw her hair, soft and shiny, full of life and color. She saw her skin, smooth and radiant, full of health and glow. She saw her body, strong and graceful, full of energy and movement.
She saw her soul, pure and luminous, full of love and light.
She felt a surge of emotion, a mix of awe and gratitude, of wonder and happiness. She felt tears streaming down her face, but they were not tears of sadness. They were tears of relief, of acceptance, of peace.
She felt a voice in her head, a voice that sounded like her grandmother’s. It said:
“Mirror on the shade, mirror on the wall, show me the truth, show me it all. Show me the beauty, show me the grace, show me the love, show me my face.”
Lena smiled and whispered:
“Thank you, grandma. Thank you, mirror. Thank you, me.”
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