Arie stared at herself. She stared hard. And yet… no matter how hard she stared at that stupid pimple, it wouldn’t go away! Why couldn’t she have control over how she looked, how come it always had to be this way? Mirrors were mirrors, reflections of what was already there. What was a mirror but something else?
She squirted out her last bit of acne remover and rubbed it hard on the pimple, desperately trying to get rid of it. However, it wouldn’t budge. Arie finally settled down the fact that, no matter how much she wanted to get rid of a part of herself, that couldn’t happen by staring at a mirror image of herself. She almost wished that she had never known how she looked in the first place.