**The Mirror**
As a woman in your early 20s, you are terribly bored. Guilt hangs over your head on a daily basis because you know that you’ve never fulfilled your potential. You look at yourself in the mirror. You’re worried that your hair is starting to thin out from the stress. You’re worried that your stomach is starting to push out too far under your tits. The black jeans you just put on are tighter than they were a few months ago.
You try to hide away from yourself the fact that you didn’t buy them that long ago and that you bought them because your previous pair was getting too tight. It’s hard to wait tables for nine or ten hours at a time with pants that feel like they’re cutting off the circulation to half of your body.
You take your dark brown hair up from where it hangs to the middle of your back and put it up in a mess on the back of your head with a large clip. You look at your makeup and feel the same disappointment that you always do before telling yourself, “Fuck it. It’s good enough for a reject Waffle House.”