What do you see, when you look into the mirror?

Do you marvel at your good looks? Do your curse and swear and wish that you looked like someone else?

Me? I see someone and wonder if that is really..me. Four years ago, if you knew me then, you understand why I’m saying this. Four years ago, people would barely notice me. Few would talk to me, and if I’m lucky, one or two would be my friend.

I look into the mirror and wonder each day, what caused the change in me?

Was it the constant bullying in my previous schools? ( me being the victim, of course) Or was it the company of friends I associated myself with? But no, wait. These are all just..catalysts.

Change. What really causes change? And how do we know when it happens?

I don’t feel like I’ve really changed. But people would tell me otherwise. Most people don’t recognize me on the streets or in the bus. Even people I’ve not met for as little as half a year.

Do you ever wonder if reflections and photographs lie? That we don’t look any bit like we see in our reflections and pictures. That the people around us see a different image of us. Interesting thought, don’t you think.

But a thought is a thought. What does it matter anyway? Beauty itself is defined by society and most would agree that it doesn’t matter if you like how you look, as long as the majority does.

The picture above, is of a mirror I broke last week. Not intentionally of course. 8 years of bad luck?

Well my luck has been on the up side lately. I think.

Sometimes the things you own, end up owning you. And sometimes the things you can’t change..end up changing you.