A Little Bit Of Sunshine

Today My story begins in the mirror. Well, three of them to be exact. There's one in the hallway, positioned at an ego-boosting angle that sheds a few pounds. If you abuse Instagram filters, it's the kind of thing for you. Ten steps into the bathroom will lead you to your worst nightmare, expose every flaw and make up a few, mirror. Best believe I avoid that one at all costs. Then finally, my bedroom mirror…propped at a flattering angle that still looks realistic, while managing to tell you the truth very gently. My kind of girl. Though it's what's reflected in it that truly matters (Disclaimer: descriptions may contain bias) : A girl of average height, average weight (refer to disclaimer). Let's talk about her eyes…that's what the musicians and poets care about right? Eyes that drown you, eyes that take you to the deep, deep blue. Mine don't take you to the ocean. A light brown I don't understand, they drag you to the cafè where your white neighbour