Yep, I went with the completely not obvious and very imaginative title: ‘reflection’. Today’s object: My Mirror.
I know all your secrets.
I know you suck at makeup. I know you procrastinate with dance breaks when nobody is home. I know you spend more time on your hair than you care to admit. And I remember the hours you used to spend obsessing over your skin, hoping to find new ways to hide it.
You pretend not to care. Some days, you even threaten to smash me up. But I see your vanity and I know you need me.