Mirror, Mirror on the Wall...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who in the land is fairest of all?

Oh well, all mirrors in the world will agree that it just will never be me. It's okay. I can live with it. I can live with the fact that I'm no beauty, no angel, no golden heart sweetie, a no brainer. I can live with my shortcomings. I don't mind, nothing I can do with them anyways. I try to look tidy, to behave well, to be nice as much as I can, to work as hard as possible, but that's it. No matter what, I'm still no beauty, no angel, and a no brainer. But, it matters when people start making jokes about them when I am in the lowest state of it all. Well, it's just different if a guy I find very very very attractive start saying, "Oh, you are not that attractive," in the middle of our jokes (and my mind will reply: oh yeah, I know you will never look at me in awe like the way you look at those gorgeous girls; and you're so kind to remind me of that).  It's different when a so damn smart friend start teasing, "Only today?" just when I tell how stupid I feel in a particular day. Oh yeah, of course, most of the time I'm so stupid, I know that. Compared to a very smart person? Ah, I look like a complete moron for sure. Well, I am dumb but not without brain at all for not knowing that I am a dumb. At least, that I know. I know it's only a joke, but it's a hard to swallow joke, really, when someone who is better of than me making jokes of my handicap.

Huffff. So, mirror, mirror on the wall, I know you won't tell me that I'm the fairest of all because I'm clearly not, but please please, really no need to remind me of my not so gracious look, of my brainless head, of my unappealing quality...