Why the Mirror Lies

Everyone is always saying that one should judge oneself first before judging others.

Well excuse me Mr Everyone my mirror is broken so I can't see my own reflection.

Instead of being defensive, why not take what the world thinks of you with a pinch of salt?

You can be satisfied with your distorted reflection or down the bitter pill of truth with a glass of sweet apple juice in one go. You decide.

What's wrong with being two-faced if you build your faces around what the world needs. The world does not need you stomping around in your tiny pathetic world of immature folly. The world needs you when you're lovely and giving, understanding and appreciative because it has to be reciprocal you see.

Even your lonely relationship with the mirror is reciprocal. Consider this:

The mirror can lie to you and tells you that you're ugly when you're beautiful, that you're fat when you're not, that you're naked when you're clothed.

OR

You tell the mirror what you want to see, and when it's telling you the truth, you turn your back to it. You deny the ugly piece of flesh that you are. You refuse to see your own reflection.

All I am saying is that some times truth hurts, and it hurts even more when it's not from your own mirror. But truth is truth nevertheless, no matter how ugly it is. At least you get to see it before it grows to monstrous proportions.


Mirror, mirror, let's be truthful to each other shall we? Because I can take my ugly reflection better if you be the one who tells me so first.

This picture is disturbing.