The Frizzy Hair Chronicles

Mirrors

A piece of glass with a personality disorder.

The reflection can be something beautiful, or it can fill your throat with a lump of hatred and detest.

How does it decide?

Does the mirror know what is within you?

Or does it take pleasure in cruel jest.

Does the mirror have a soul of its own?

Is this soul reflected in the eyes of the one through whom the glass looks?

Published by The Frizzy Hair Chronicles

Hi y’all! My name is Briana. I drink wine and eat pizza. I go to the gym when I decide I’m feeling bloated and chug water when my rings won’t come off. I’m a Military Wife, Dog Mom, blogger, reader, and foodie! I’m here to share my day to day life (good and not so good) and chat with you, listen to you, refrain from unsolicited advice about things I know nothing about, and to connect with other people who share the same interests and values as I do. I hope this can be a platform where we can come together as strong, badass humans who are working to keep it together when we spill coffee on ourselves or trip on our feet when walking into the conference room. Cheers! -Briana

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