Mirror, Mirror

I was looking in the mirror and I saw what I think was a girl but she was very big. 

She had a round nose and a full set of lips and her bones were big and strong, yes, very big. 

Her skin was kind of brown but not so much brown, no, not so much. 

I asked her if she felt like going for a walk and she looked down and I looked down at her big 

thighs and I asked her if she’d been going on many walks and she shook her head. 

She smiled very big, yes, very big and made a sound that was something like laughing but not so much laughing as a sound that was the opposite of crying. 

I asked her where it hurt and she slipped her fingers between her small—no, very small—breasts, pierced them into her ribs and said, “Can you tell me if it’s ok to be mad today?”

Her eyes were kind of brown but not so much brown.

I asked her if she wanted to be mad and she looked down at her big, yes, very big belly and I asked her if she’d been crying a lot. 

She howled a very big howl and made a sound that was something like screaming but not so much screaming as a sound that was the opposite of a sigh. 

I asked her where she was beautiful and she slipped her fingers out from between her ribs. She placed her pale, no, very pale palm over her eyes and asked, “Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”