I Lost Myself

Sitting in front of my mirror, I placed my ruby earrings in their proper place and my diamond necklace about my neck. My hair is pilled just so on top of my head, curled in just the right places and in just the right directions. The lights surrounding the mirror cast a faint glow on my skin, and, glancing back at my reflection in the glass, I check to make sure everything is in place. Gold eye shadow, light brown mascara, a hint of blush under my cheekbones, light pink lipstick with a layer of gloss, foundation; everything is in place. Nobody needed to tell me, because I know that I looked absolutely beautifully breathtaking.

I started to get up but a pair of cloudy grey eyes caught mine, and, for a split second, I did not recognize whose eyes those were. But then I thought about it and realized that those eyes were mine.

Rearranging my dress, I sat back down in my chair in front of my mirror and started into my eyes. I ignored my face and just looked at my eyes, my unfamiliar eyes.

I became unsettled, shifting in my seat and careful not to sweat so I do not have to redo my makeup. Who was I? My mind told me that I was a beautiful ordinary woman, happily married, with an eight-year-old son, with a fairly comfortable life. I rolled my eyes. All of that was true, but I wanted to know who I am as a person. I realized that I had forgot who I was, what made me laugh or smile, what made me feel good or worthless; basic important information about me. I had forgot everything. I realized, to my horror, that I was nothing more than a shell, and, that I had lost myself.