Mirror, Mirror, on the Wall

Some days I hate the mirror. Some days I love the mirror. But no matter what, it is the best manipulator I've ever met.

The mirror is what you look into to see yourself right after you wake up, with your hair all exploded and messed up (at least mine is), and imprints of the covers smothered all over your face from sleeping like a rock.

The mirror is what you look at when you had a bad day, and, as if it could magically fix all your problems, you stare at it, burning into that annoying person's eyes that seem to always appear when you're trying to look at yourself.

The mirror is where you try to get that fly-away hair in place before the big concert. And you probably look quite odd standing there flinging your hair around, licking your fingers, tossing your head back and forth, and who knows what.

Ohhhh......the mirror is where you bring out the panel of judges from inside you and crack down hard on your imperfections, then, feeling guilty, you're suddenly friends with that human in the mirror.

Mirror, mirror, on the wall, we are just human, after all, so GIVE US A BREAK!