Sometimes, you look in the mirror. Just a glance. Just to see if your shirt is straight. If your hair is sitting right. If your face looks acceptable for the day ahead. And then you move on. You don’t stay long. You don’t look deep. Just enough to fix, not enough to face.

Because facing… that’s different. That’s not for the mirror in the hallway. That’s not for the bathroom light. That’s for the moments when you’re alone, and the world has gone quiet, and there’s nowhere else to look but yourself.

And then it’s no longer about clothes, or hair, or skin. It becomes something else. You start to see the weight in your eyes. The kind that even sleep doesn’t lift. You notice how your smile sits slightly lower than it used to. You see a face that’s done its best, even when it wasn’t enough.

And sometimes, that reflection asks questions you don’t want to answer: Are you proud of the person you’re becoming? Do your words match your heart? Is your kindness real, or just convenient? When did you last tell the truth to yourself? And that’s when you realise.. It’s not the mirror you avoid. It’s the truth it shows.

Maybe life is like that.

Maybe most days, we’re just performing. Dressing up not to look good for ourselves, but to be more digestible to others. We style our image, adjust our tone, rehearse our lines all for the comfort of the crowd.

But the mirror? It doesn’t care about the crowd. It waits for the quiet. It shows you what’s behind the eyes, beneath the posture, under the skin.

And it never lies. So what if you stopped? Just for a moment.

What if you stood there no filters, no answers, no rush and let the mirror show you what’s real? Maybe you’d cry. Maybe you’d smile. Maybe you’d finally admit you’re tired. Or lonely. Or angry. Or that you miss who you used to be.

And that’s okay. You’re not weak for feeling lost. You’re not broken for needing pause. Because maybe mirrors aren’t for judgment. Maybe they’re for healing. For reminding. For returning.

So yes, sometimes it’s hard to face yourself.

Not because you’ve done something wrong. Not because you’ve failed.
But because facing yourself means seeing everything, the good you don’t believe, the pain you hide, the dreams you’ve delayed.

And yet, that’s where change begins.
That’s where honesty lives.
That’s where peace starts to take root.

So when the next moment of silence comes,
and the mirror waits again maybe this time,
you’ll stay.

Not to correct. Not to impress. Just to see. Because even when it’s hard,
even when it hurts, you still deserve to be seen, fully.