How do you see yourself when you stare in a mirror?

Ugly. Meaningless, piece of crap. Dead to the world around me.

Like no matter what I do, I'll never be good enough to make so much as a speck of a mark in this caotic world where everyone around me can spit in my direction and hit me square in the eyes so that I am blinded by the world itself and doomed to fall every time I try to be a better person than I know I can be. But then I look past that and realize that I am flawed in my reflection of my own truth because I am my biggest truth sayer and liar at the same time. Judge and jury in a trial of love and hate alike.

And I am to be hung for both.

Honestly, I don't usually see myself. I am always looking at my hair, making sure the part is straight, or looking at my teeth, making sure there is not any gunk between them. Now, mind you, this is all very quickly of course as I have my three children running rampant in the house as I am getting myself ready in the 3 minutes that I have left for myself in my morning routine.(exaggerated a bit but not much) Once in a very great while I might actually look at myself after a good cry and see my eyes, but even during those times, I see a lost person.

A girl who doesn't really know who she is at this time other than a wife, mom, employee, student, and housekeeper. Who is the real Melissa? I don't know.

She used to be someone who wanted to run free in a field of sunflowers with a sundress on swinging around with her arms spread out and her long dark hair blowing in the wind. You know, the way they show it in the movies. She used to be this girl who believed all was good in the world if people chose for it to be good.

She used to be this girl who knew for sure that true love would conquer all and that people who made mistakes were just stupid and should be disregarded because no mistake can be forgot, much less forgiven. She used to be this person who was so sure of the timeline of life and what was to be expected at any given moment. But, you see, you are asking who I see now.

Looking in the mirror today, well, I don't know. I truly don't know.

It shocks me that I have an image. I spent much of the day solitary, so when I walk past a mirror, it reminds me I am still alive. I can't believe I still have all my hair.

Nice mirror.

Some days I look in the mirror and see rather unremarkable face. Other days I think I am very good looking. I try not to look into mirrors in the mornings, until it is time to shave.(I shudder at morning face.) Everytime, I see myself and realize that I need some fashion help.

I see a pretty handsome old guy who feels happy and ready for a bright new day. I'm about to turn 37 so don't let the profile pic fool you, LOL.

It's easy to see all the imperfections when I look too closely. On off days I see the lines in my face and the random gray hairs that stand out. On other days I catch my green eyes in the mirror and they sparkle so that makes me smile.

I keep forgetting I dyed my hair so lately it scares the crap out of me.....

Mmm...wearing clothes im sure lols...i hope I see megan fox face there not chicken fox lols hahaha...well, I hope to like what im seeing ...and prolly needs a lot of improvment in all aspect hahaha..mmm..i like to see me with wings, like im an angel here on earth..no one see my wings untill I face in the mirror ..and see my so radiant twin wings spread in my back. ,, and I can be invicible if anyone around so they won;t see my secret wings...yipeee...hahahah.

3) you are an internet stranger..............who will hold me up for public ridicule at the first possible chance to make yourself seem superior.

I cant really gove you an answer,but what I can give you is a way to a solution, that is you have to find the anglde that you relate to or peaks your interest. A good paper is one that people get drawn into because it reaches them ln some way.As for me WW11 to me, I think of the holocaust and the effect it had on the survivors, their families and those who stood by and did nothing until it was too late.