Written by Alaina Garcia
couldn’t wake up from.
I shook my head and attempted to splash water on my face, but nothing helped. The mirror did not say anything, but instead gave me a glance that spoke more than words could. She appeared to be blissful as if she were a dream, but I soon realized that she was indeed me. She resembled me in every aspect, from her jet black hair to her semi-ripped slacks. I talked but received no reaction, and that was reassuring in some ways; I guess you could say it gave me a reason to
smile because that was me. I wasn’t sure I wanted to wake up if this was a dream.
Was this what they saw when they looked at me? Is this what I was missing when others said I was gorgeous or beautiful? I began to notice a difference…as if the wish I’d made had slid not only into the floorboards, but also into the Earth, and the Earth had bloomed the desire into a flower. I felt like I was someone and not just anyone. I felt like myself and recognized that this was what I needed, that she was what I needed to see in order to become the person I wanted to be. I heard my mother’s quiet voice, and even though it was muted, I understood everything she said. I took another look at myself as I walked out the door, took another big breath, and held it, and then I knew. I had a new feeling, and it felt like confidence. But, it was much stronger, and it had a power that I thought no feeling or emotion could give. I finally put it into words and it slipped off my tongue like I had been saying it for years: the word was “motivation”.