I looked it the mirror as I spun around in a dress I hadn’t worn in a while. Immediately, I began to panic about my reflection.
Why doesn’t this dress look the same as it did before? I thought, staring at the mirror.
Disgusted, I threw the dress onto my bed as I began to cry.
The tears continued to fall down my cheeks as I glanced at my closet. Finally, I put on something else to wear and rushed to class, with worries plaguing my mind as I walked.
Though I may be the exception to the rule, I feel like females constantly worry about their size, starting with adolescence. Facing the mirror with joy (or even minimal satisfaction) is always a challenge. Rarely can a woman say that she loves what she sees. Even when I was underweight and at an unhealthy size as an anorexic, I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror.
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