When I look into the mirror its not me I see. I see an image of girl I once knew. She stroked her long blonde hair and powdered herself right below her beautiful blue eyes. As the comb fell to the ground she would look back at me with a certain sense of arrogance. This vision reminds me of the terrible humiliation I went through. This vision appears to me [in remembrance to] when I remember the years I overcame [where] -- years when I was always put down. Now when I look into the mirror I see her, watching me with her expression of disapproval. I see myself as the scared young girl I truly am.