The reflection in the mirror…

From my childhood, I’ve always had this notion that the mirror doesn’t really show us our real face. It must change the picture a bit, show us a slightly different face from what we carry. I never trusted what it showed me. Because it didn’t show me my real face.

When I read Snow White and found out about the mirror of the evil queen, I thought maybe the mirror shows us what we want to see. But then I realised, there were so many people who were not satisfied by the way their reflection looked. If the mirror really showed them what they wanted to see, why would that happen? Shouldn’t they all be satisfied?

Then I thought, maybe the mirror had some sort of mindset. There were certain people that it liked, and certain people that it didn’t like. When those ‘liked’ people looked in, they got to see what they wanted to see, but for the ‘not liked’ people, the image would be unsatisfactory.

As I’ve grown up, I’ve realised how absurd this idea is, but even now, I don’t trust what the mirror shows me. It’s just an object that I need for me to comb my hair properly. Other than that, I’ve never looked at it. If you told me to close my eyes and imagine my reflection, I don’t think I’d be able to do it.

Because, after all, it’s fake.

I think, that when we stand in front of the mirror, it sees us in its own way and then reflects that image back to us. The reflection we see in front of us, is actually the way the mirror sees us. It’s not the real person.

When others see us, they do it in their own way. Each pair of eyes views us differently. When our friends and classmates and family are seeing us, they’re only seeing what their eyes are seeing. For each pair of eyes, their version is the real version.

But it’s not.

The real version is what we believe it to be. It doesn’t need a beautiful face, or long, wavy hair, or anything of the sort. It doesn’t even need a form. The real me is a voice that speaks, a mind that thinks, a heart that feels. It’s a fiery mixture of thoughts and words and emotions.

That is the real me. And that is what I believe in.

Because it’s true. Not a fake reflection in the mirror.

Advertisements

15 thoughts on “The reflection in the mirror…

  1. The real version is what we believe it to be. It doesn’t need a beautiful face, or long, wavy hair, or anything of the sort. It doesn’t even need a form. The real me is a voice that speaks, a mind that thinks, a heart that feels. It’s a fiery mixture of thoughts and words and emotions.
    I AM COMPLETELY AGREE WITH YOU………………..

    Liked by 1 person

  2. SO DEEP!!!!! I watched a really moving movie (haha- but seriously) last night, and it gave me the same feeling. Oooooo! I know! (Teacher teacher call on me!) You must be a writer! *mock astonishment* This is so cool, I can totally see this being like a Snow White retelling haha. Book brain, sorry!
    -Amy

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Seriously, Bhramori, this is amazing!!! I was planning on shooting you with my Unikitty for not missing me enough, but now I can’t. Thanks a lot!!! I really hppe you plan on entering this in our story contest once we finally get it started!
    -Nikki

    Like

  4. Reblogged this on Every Book You Need To Read And More and commented:
    I love Bhramori and I love this big huge chunk of truth. I’m tempted to say Bhramori is an amazing writer, and she is, but right now she’s just telling the truth. And wording it in an astounding way. So Bhramori, you’re an awesome writer, and you rock. I’ve never evem thought about this, but it’s eye-opening and deep. So deep, man. Sometimea I like what I see in the “mirror” and sometimes I don’t. But it doesn’t matter. Lies don’t matter. So thank you, Bhramori, and please don’t be mad at me for reposting your beautiful words!

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s