The Last of the Letter Challenge Letters!!!
Letter Challenge Day 30 — My reflection in the mirror
I had to carry a notebook into the bathroom because I was determined to follow the rules for at least one of these letters. (I have no mirrors in my room.*) Then I rewrote the letter three times because I think it’s silly to write a letter to my own reflection. I already talk to myself. There’s nothing I could say to me that I couldn’t say away from the mirror. And when I do stand in front of a mirror and speak directly to my reflection it’s because I’m working out an expression that needs describing for a novel.
Here’s how the first letter began…
Look at you. You will never pass for a perfect bride. Or a perfect daughter. Can it be…. wait. I’m getting serious déjà vu here.
Letter #2 went like this…
Dear YOUR FACE,
You don’t look as worn as you feel. That’s nice. Ooo, the color refresher made your hair glow! Swishy mah pony tail, swish, swish… Whyyy are you staring at me instead of doing something productive? What exactly am I supposed to write about you that would be the least bit interesting? Don’t you facial squint at me, you irritating twit!! I HATE YOU AND YOUR STUPID FACE!!!
Letter #3 was in the perspective of a beauty consultant…
Oh dear, oh dear, so much work to be done! Let’s bleach those remaining freckles for sure! You have little bags under your eyes and blemishes… oh, so many I can’t even look at them all! Dreadful! Absolutely dreadful! Your eyebrows…what… what are they doing? They’re not arching or slanting… no wonder you look twelve. Wax them off. We’ll color them new. Stop laughing with your cheeks, child, you look like you’ll explode. Smile teeny tiny with your mouth only to keep laugh lines at bay. My goodness. You’ll have so many laugh lines as an old lady. Your eyes are too dark; they don’t contrast or pop with your hair. Blue contacts, I think, for your eyes. And the hair dye is too streaky. We’ll fix that. Your face… ah, so round! If you wore a hat, I’d think, “A boy!” Your lips are not sexy, they need plumping. Your nose doesn’t do anything for you either. We’ll just chop it off. Start fresh.
Letter #4 was meant to be ponderous and deep but then I got called “the hottest thing alive” and I could no longer take Letter #4 seriously.
Honestly, that’s the best I could do for this last letter. That makes me greatly disappointed because I would have loved to end this challenge with something awesome. This is why I don’t like to finish things.
Now I have to find a new dream.
But fear not! I’m already rollin’ up the proverbial sleeves in order to ready the next writing challenge! Perhaps this time I can keep it a weekly thing!
Here’s me, knocking on wood.
But hey, since my post was such a disappointment, watch this as a consolation. It’s a much better… thing… about reflection. :P
*Reading that back looks really funny. It sounds like I’m the Phantom or a modernized version of the Beast. “I tend to keep away from mirrors.” *maniacal grimace* In reality, the story is much less gripping. I had a mirror built into my vanity, but I moved that to the garage and replaced it with my writing desk so now I have no room for a mirror. That’s how my priorities go. Words first, glamour second. Wait, no. Words first, food second, glamour third.