What if it weren't? What if no bathrooms had mirrors? No room, for that matter, had mirrors? Would that shift our society's views dramatically? Would we, dare I say it, not care how we look?
I long to be free from my insecurities. Maybe that starts with not staring myself down, finding the pimples on my face, the stray eyebrow hairs, the scattered freckles. Maybe I need to take down my mirrors and see how my life reflects in my everyday life. If I'm giving enough of the Love I receive to see it reflect off of people's faces, knowing that they are loved and cherished. That's the kind reflection that matters. Not the looks that are drawn towards me regarding my looks, but the reaction drawn from me regarding my actions.
So DOWN WITH MIRRORS! [Insert: righteously angry mob of revolutionists throwing their mirrors into the streets] ...end scene.

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