She, in the mirror, who stares back is unkind today. Nothing reflected pleases her. This shirt is too short. That shirt is too tight. This color is wrong. This lock of hair is nonconformist. The body she sees? Not so fond of it at the moment.
“Why are some days like this?” the reflected one wonders. Perhaps a lack of sleep. Perhaps the scale moves in the wrong direction. Perhaps it’s just one of those days. Perhaps something larger and more sinister is at work. Perhaps it’s all of these things . . . or none of them.