I wish someone would invent an alternative mirror that doesn’t reflect our outermost layer but rather who we are in the inside. We’re so fixed on how we look that what lies underneath our skin has become secondary. We’re taught that hardly anything matters as much as our appearance. So in our insecurity, we turn towards this polished metal and let it define who we are, how much we’re worth.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?
We spend so much money on products that are supposed to fix how we look, striving for perfection. We spend hours trying to straighten out our flaws and accentuate our best features. We waste our precious time worrying about how we can look more beautiful instead of focusing on becoming a better person. More loving, passionate, honest.
But when I think about it again, I realise that this alternative mirror showing us who we are in the inside already exists. We have to stop searching for our value in specular surfaces. They’ll never reveal anything of note. Instead, we should look at the people we hold close to us. The friends we surround ourselves with. Who they are says so much more about us than the reflection in the mirror ever will. They are the true mirrors, the only ones we really need.