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I have already posted this once I am just looking for a little more feedback. I am a 16 year old girl and this is for a creative writing class.I know this has some grammatical errors but I was wonder what people thought of the actual content.
I look at myself often. I see my legs, and face, and arms, and body everyday in the mirror. It never ceases to amaze me how I am a stranger to myself. Do not take this statement any deeper than it was meant to be, I merely mean that we see our friends and family everyday. We see them in our memories, and their faces are ingrained in our minds. We look to them in times of need and in times of happiness. We see emotion play across their faces. When, during these times, do we look in the mirror? When, at these times, do we see how our own faces look? Because looking at ourselves during times of happiness and stress are so rare, we become strangers to our own feature, our faces feeling foreign. I am not in anyway promoting vanity, but I find that we should know our own faces. Sure I know that my eyes are usually dark brown, I know that they change to green once in a blue moon, I know that my nose is very round and that my lips are perfectly symmetrical yet my ears are not. I know I have brown hair and braces, but what I don’t know is how I look when I show true emotion, true sadness, or true joy. I know who I am inside, I know what I like and what I want. I know who my friends are and who my enemies are. I know what foods taste good and which don’t. I know my personal restraints and limitations. I know who I am, just not what I look like.
I look at myself often. I see my legs, and face, and arms, and body everyday in the mirror. It never ceases to amaze me how I am a stranger to myself. Do not take this statement any deeper than it was meant to be, I merely mean that we see our friends and family everyday. We see them in our memories, and their faces are ingrained in our minds. We look to them in times of need and in times of happiness. We see emotion play across their faces. When, during these times, do we look in the mirror? When, at these times, do we see how our own faces look? Because looking at ourselves during times of happiness and stress are so rare, we become strangers to our own feature, our faces feeling foreign. I am not in anyway promoting vanity, but I find that we should know our own faces. Sure I know that my eyes are usually dark brown, I know that they change to green once in a blue moon, I know that my nose is very round and that my lips are perfectly symmetrical yet my ears are not. I know I have brown hair and braces, but what I don’t know is how I look when I show true emotion, true sadness, or true joy. I know who I am inside, I know what I like and what I want. I know who my friends are and who my enemies are. I know what foods taste good and which don’t. I know my personal restraints and limitations. I know who I am, just not what I look like.