Tuesday, October 4, 2011

10.05.11 | Sincerely, Your Reflection

Dear Writer,

You seldom smile, but when you do, your grin is noticeably crooked. Your chin is off-centre, too, and you blame it on the vacuum contraption that pulled your oversized head out of your mother’s womb. Your eyes were once bright and full of life, but now they are just dark voids, forced to swallow all those study notes at night and all throughout the day. They scarcely rest. Your nose is small and flatter than you’d wish. Your eyebrows are like brushstrokes but your raven hair and your glasses are always in the way. You cover your forehead in attempt to conceal your acne problem, but because of that you are simultaneously worsening it.

You are not the skinniest in your circle of friends, and nor are you fashionable. You fidget excessively and incessantly, pulling your shirt, adjusting your jacket, playing with your hands. You have spoken your native tongue for all your life but your lack of confidence often causes you to stutter.

But you do not manipulate your appearance to please others. You do not destroy your identity to disappear into the crowd. You have your own individual opinions—which somehow never fail to surprise people—and you pay attention to details that many tend to overlook. Although you have never watched a single episode of American Idol and neither do you bother finding out what Gossip Girl is about, you have your passions. You love to write, you love to read, you love to think. You take nature walks and pay the trees and birds the attention you believe they deserve but do not receive. You have longed all your life to become a polymath—despite your penchant for science and the English language—and you work hard to fulfill that dream, always questioning and looking for answers.

You are individual. You are yourself, and no one else can be you, no matter how hard they try. And trust me, there most certainly are many qualities in you that others want too.

Your reflection

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