Reminiscing about my childhood, I used to think this world is innocent and good. Why I think like that? Too many kids cartoons I watched. These cartoons made me believed that the world is a safe and happy home where good people and perfect people understand and accept the gap of their difference.
However, growing up, I learnt that this world is filthy and dangerous where evil people and bullies step the heads of anyone who are weak.
Growing up into a teen, I faced monstrous emotions.But that is not the worst that I've ever face. Slandering, false accusations, and prejudice against every 'mistake' I made, people love to damage my inner child.
Feeling like I want to run away from this harsh treatment, I returned to my house and entered my room, crying because I'm imperfect and viewing myself as a monster.
Later, I glanced at the mirror in my room. I approached and saw my reflection upon it. What I saw in there was a beautiful young woman with an amazing shaggy hair. Then, a series of memories flooded my mind. I recalled all of them including my mistakes. I looked at the mirror once more, seeing how pretty I am. Finally, I realized that I can be flawed while maintaining my beautiful self, inside and out.
When I looked myself at the mirror, I thought the mirror shattered because of my ugly and imperfect appearance. But now, I learned that looking myself through the shattering mirror, I found myself a good and perfect young woman in me in my very own way.
