One day, I was given a magical mirror.
I feared of what it could reflect back but unknowingly and unexpectedly, it drew me closer.
I gravitated towards it until I saw myself standing before it.
It reflected the vastness of my consciousness.
It showed me my fears, ill-wishes, and glitches.
It showed me the depth of the things I always cried about.
It showed me the ugly things I didn’t want to look at.
I asked jokingly, “mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
The mirror said, “You.”
I laughed so hard I went on my knees. When I’m done laughing, I daringly stared back at it.
This time, it reflected a glistening light.
It’s so blinding that I had to adjust my focus.
It said, “this is also You.”
Dazed but I continued to listen to what it was saying.
“You are the resilience during a crisis.
You have the biggest smile in the face of misery.
You are forgiving in front of your adversaries.”
It carried on, “You call yourself ugly but you’re also beautiful.
You see the beauty of every little thing, drawing inspiration from all creatures.
You see through everybody’s fears and hold them dear.
You wished them well when they wished you nightmares.
You get angry and gloomy because the things that caused them mattered to you.
You speak your truth when it is called for.
You see, these things are what make You.
You are not a design flaw.
You are the design. Period.”
It stopped talking because I understood.
I looked at my reflection once more, and I saw colors and patterns.
They’re dancing and changing forms.
It is in motion only in expansion.
It glitters and sings.
It is carefree and glowing.
It is just beautiful.
Mesmerized of what I was witnessing, the mirror in its last words said,
“Now, go ahead and color the world of your own hue and tint.”
And so I did.
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