She soon came face to face with a full body mirror.
She eyed her curves she had deliberately forced herself to create.
She had spotted all her flaws at first glance, retorting in disgust.
She took her fist, and shattered the mirror, watched the shards cascade down the frame.
Her knuckles bled from shards of the shattered glass.
Despite her grimacing pain, she kicked over the mirror.
And she cried.
BINABASA MO ANG
CINTA | ✓
Short StoryI should've treasured love while I had it. ▬▬▬ Cover Art: Me ▬▬▬ Cinta is Love in Malay
