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I always wondered what it would be like to see myself in a new way. Like traveling through a mirror into another world, where I’m different. My personality would be different, while my appearance would be “perfect.” So when I turned 15, I knew what I wanted to do: discover what the world would be like with a new ”me.” A new Jasmine Violet Silvria. So, since I was tired of what I looked like now, I walked over to my yellow framed mirror in my bedroom. The mirror was always rather dusty – who wanted to spend time cleaning their mirror anyway? My reflection was dusty and boring. I looked like every other bored teenager on a Saturday afternoon. I mean, come on, I can’t even look fashionable in high school? I wanted to be Ms. Perfect, with straight teeth, totally fashionable tops, and the cutest jeans possible. No, I just looked like an unfashionable girl with braces on my teeth and weird tops that only sort-of fit. But I knew what I wanted to look like, so I pulled out a magazine with all the “perfect” people in it and closed my eyes and imagined what I could look like, and what the world would be like with a “new” me…
“Hi Jasmine!”
“Hey Hope!”
“Awesome jeans, girlfriend. You look really different, Jasmine, like did you change something?”
“Yeah, I totally did. I got a new haircut, new outfits, and a new look! Like it?”
“N-no, I-I really don’t. It’s just not you. I liked the way you looked before you changed your style. Really. Now you’re almost too fancy. I mean, I don’t want to sound rude, but this just isn’t you. Sorry.”
“Oh, OK Hope, whatever you say.” I was lost. As I watched my best friend, Hope, run out the door, I wondered why she thought I looked too different. But needless to say, I hoped I would find out soon.
“Oh ...
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...o think they were right. I did look just fine as myself. I did need to be just who I was. Not anyone new or anyone else.
Ahhhhh! I suddenly woke up from my strange dream. As I looked around, I noticed my yellow framed mirror was still there, as was my closet. I walked over to my closet and peeked inside. I had all my normal clothes. No fancy jeans or cute tops. Just the clothes that fit my personality. I strode over to my mirror and admired my reflection. I saw a pretty teenager with blonde hair, wearing a comfortable top and casual jeans. Her teeth had braces to make them straight and perfect, and one day she would have the perfect smile she dreamed of. I knew I had found who I wanted to be. Not Ms. Fashionita or Ms. Perfect, but my true self. I learned that it was never a good idea to be someone that you aren’t. You should always be yourself in any circumstance.
Ronald Takaki is one of the foremost-recognized scholars of multicultural studies and holds a PhD. in American History from the University of California, Berkeley. As a professor of Ethnic Studies at the same university, he wrote A Different Mirror: a History of Multicultural America as a fantastic new telling of our nation’s history. The book narrates the composition of the many different people of the United States of America.
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6. “It reminds me of how grandmother always had the right costume for me to wear. You were in the right outfit and you feel like the person you are pretending to be.”: I picked this because it show that when you change your look you can change your personality.
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.... We often see other’s character and change to be like them. By doing this, we lose our own inner beauty. We are not our selves; we are a copy of someone else.