A World Without

Title: A World Without

Prompt: You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?

I knew before I opened my eyes that something was different. The air felt strange, a sort of buzz ran across the currents in a way that alluded to magic. Not that I knew what magic felt like, but the hum against my skin felt mythical in a vague sort of way.

When I pulled myself out of my musings long enough to become coherent I ran my gaze across my room. Nothing was different. At least, at first glance nothing was different. The next pass of my eyes lead to me finding that something had indeed change. Where once my floor length mirror stood tall beside my bookshelf there was a steel frame with a concave indent where reflective glass should have laid. I shrugged it off.

That mystical hum glided around me as a moved about my morning routines. As I washed my face and brushed my teeth I didn’t think about how suddenly all the mirrors in my house were absent. It didn’t phase me. Just like it didn’t phase me that I stepped out of the house without a stitch of makeup on. In the world where I was no longer privileged to a glimpse of how I looked I found myself beginning to not care how I looked.

After all, the main reason I tended to myself was for me and without the benefits of seeing myself I could imagine I looked anyway I wanted.


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