My Reflection

A train-of-thought bit about my thought when i look in the mirror.

The morning look in the mirror is usually pretty unexceptional for me.

It doesn’t show out anything exceptional. Nothing stunning, nothing hideous (well, at least not usually). 

 

I see my just-slightly-slanted eyes, my favorite feature, with the color that’s brown-but-when-I-look-I-see-a-little-green and long lashes, sitting above my nose that’s arched upward like the jump on a ski slope. My “chipmunk cheeks,” in all their roundness, and what my mom called my little bird lips, which I laughed at because it was and it wasn’t a compliment. She meant it as saying that their petite and small, not dominating my face.

 

Birds don’t have lips. But that’s okay. I know what she meant.

 

My teeth are pretty white, but stained because I drank water with too much chlorine or whatever in it when I was a little kid. I usually brush them, but I never floss. Why? It weirds me out a little…after you eat, you find all these little soggy pieces of food on the floss. Totally grosses me out. So I never floss.

 

My chin has got a rather unfeminine little crease in it, the kind you see on box-jawed superhero and gym teachers in cartoons. I’m very acne-prone on my chin. And my nose. And my forehead. And on my general face. Which reminds me…I’m out of Neutrogena.

 

My hair is nice. I’m obsessive-compulsive about my hair. Every ponytail has to be perfect. I have actually spent twenty minutes putting in a friggin’ ponytail. But I like my hair. It’s chestnut brown. And wavy-curly, because I got a perm that stuck-and-yet-didn’t-really-stick. I have hidden highlights, reddish-brown and blonde (well, blonde in the summer) so when the sun hits my head, the bend of every curl is auburn. I just hope it doesn’t turn flaming red over the summer. Or green. Why would it turn green? I have no idea. But my friend’s turned green because she dyed it, then went swimming. I felt bad for her. But then again, she had really really attractive honey-blonde hair, the kind that every teenage guy with any testosterone gawks at. So I kind of got an evil enjoyment out of it. But only a little bit.

 

Really.

 

My eyebrows are darker than my hair. And thick. And each one has this tiny little freakish bald stripe running across it, which is kind of hard to notice but I see them and I notice and they look like scars. I blame it on global warming. The carbon monoxide in the ozone layer trapped sunlight that came down and fried the hairs off when I was little. But the sun only got through a tiny bit so it only fried off a little hair. I’m creative that way.

 

My neck is normal. Nothing special to talk about there, except I have three “beauty marks” (those little brown dots on your skin. I have them. Everywhere.) that form a perfect equilateral triangle between the bumps of my collarbone. Really weird.

 

Like I said, the mirror doesn’t show me anything particularly interesting. Just me.

 

But then again, I’m pretty interesting when I look in the mirror.

Reviews

[B & M Publications]

I think this is an amazing entry. It's very basic, but I think it travel through the mind of everyone, no matter what anyone says we all go through this process of looking at ourselves; and you've captured it perfectly.

[John Tom]

this is how i use to write my journal entries =) i've always been interested in detail and the point people try to put across. i look i nthe mirror every morning and wonder who i am. i mean all the basic things are there ... green eyes .. blonde hair ... my name is Devan. but who am i? what makes me me? i think that is real appearance