Mine I

Every mirror I look into, a girl with almost perfect features stares right back. Everywhere I walked, I see people looking over. Words of complement had become a part of my life. In my life, all I think about is I.

Splatters of horrible word would hit anyone who critics on my whole and flawless I. I have confident that most people do not have, that is why I surpass all other i. Make them envy on my indefectible I. 19 years living with my perfect I, 19 years thinking that mine I is perfect.

19... years of my perfection finally creases... 19 years… it is 19 years later that I realize that my wonderful I is unrefined. Mine I did not break nor was it covered with dirt. My I, never had a chance to be scratch, dirtied, or be broken, I never allowed.

Because of my selfishness my I never get a chance to be patched, cleaned, or pieced back. When I look at other people’s I, It is imperfection that I see, but it is because of those imperfection that makes them flawless.

Today as I stare at the mirror and smashed that absolute I, broke it and fixed my I back. Looking at that imperfect I. I smiled to myself, because I have learned to see my flaws and accept it. I have also learned that I should not judge other I.

Now that I have learned, I hope I am not too late to fit my I with other I…