An Unrecognized Reflection

Before heading to the interview, she decided to take a peek at her reflection in the mirror. As she looked at her reflection, she didn’t recognize the person standing. She noticed how puffy her eyes looked with the black spots under them, how sore and pale her lips were and how crinkly her hair had become. As her eyes shifted down her body, her chubbiness surprised her. Her arms looked like ham and her stomach was as flabby as it could ever be. She wiped her eyes twice with the hope that when she opens her eyes she will find that pretty girl with a sexy body looking back at her.

I can’t go out looking like that, she thought as her face became hot with tears. She suffered to unzip her miniskirt, and take off her blouse. When she was done, she started looking for something to wear that will show less skin and could fit her. As she went through her wardrobe she could only find one outfit that would fit her with her new body. She put on a long sunset orange dress with short sleeves. She tripped with every step she took. Although the weather appeared hot, she still wore a grey cardigan just to hide her arms.

Next, she had to fix her messy hair. She coiffed her hair into a French-braid. With that, she had only one thing left to do. She leaned forward and, from the bottom of the wardrobe, got out a small make-up case. She coughed twice as she wiped off the dust from it. She started with her left eye, then her right. When she finished both eyes, she discerned that she just turned herself into a witch. For someone who didn’t touch a make-up case for six months, of course she forgot how to put on full make-up. She wiped off the mess she did and decided to stick with the basics: mascara, a bit of foundation, blush, rouge and eyeliner. With that, she was done.

She glimpsed at her reflection and muttered: “This will do”. She ventured with heavy steps toward the abandoned door and unbolted the lock. “Here goes nothing”, she whispered under her bread. In a second she would be outside that apartment that smells like dust and cheese and in the morning sunshine. Just as she was about to leave, she took a peak at her watch which read 1:23 pm. Now, because of the mess I am, I’m late to the interview. I will never make it. The interview was at 11:00 am sharp. She thought as guilt filled her body. That was my only chance to get out of here. She went back inside, struggled to put on her tightly fit pajamas and went back to her routine of staying in bed in her dull room. Seems like it would take her another six months to apply for a job once more and see the morning sunshine.