Dirty Mirror A world so full of judgment – where everything you do is placed under a microscope – analyzed – judged – and spit back in your face – society blindly looks out upon us and makes a statement – you must be as perfect as possible to belong - isn’t that what the adds show us these days – with models so fucking beautiful it hurts to look at them - it makes me want to become bulimic and spend thousands of dollars and hours under the knife just to be excepted – it must sound pathetic to you – but here it is anyway . A dirty mirror hangs upon a white washed wall – dust covers the old red wood frame from years of neglect – It hangs slightly to one side – its been like that for years –  crooked - no need to adjust it – it wont change the out come – its held up by one single nail that was hammered relentlessly in to the once blank wall – it looks lonely there by its self – sadly placed and off center - they say your things items take after the owner – if this is true then this mirror speaks for me -  it tells you my story - Feeling pretty until I see – this image – self-portrait – this reflection staring back at me – this is not how I see my self in my mind – my own image tainted– this is not how I want to look - how I want to feel, how I want other people to see me – how I will be remembered in the end - I want to be perfect - I wonder what that’s like - flawless - picture perfect – beautiful – stunning - wanted I wonder what you see – when you look at me  - what you feel - when you think of me – what you want - from me Jessica