A Mirrored Journey

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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.

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