#27: Empty Mirror

It's a strange thought. Another you looking back at you from a different place. It mimics your every move and stares back at you with a blank expression. If you turn your head away, it disappears, but if you turn your head  back around it reappears, capturing a copy of you and the background. It's shiny surface intrigues its audience as it analyzes and copies what it sees, though it does not live. All shapes and sizes it comes in, some as big as a wall, some as small as a watch head. It copies or distorts, mimics or confuses, but it can only see the outside of its audience. It does not possess the power of looking in, because it was only made to show, not to analyze, but Cara did not care. To her, it was always analyzing her and critiquing her. Judging her by what it saw and she judging herself by what she saw. She'd skipped skipped another meal, hoping to ease the judgement. The longer she stared, the more disgusted she felt. She screamed in frustration and pounded her fists agains the mirror until they started tingling with pain. She looked at her reflection with tears in her eyes and said, "Why does it matter?" and she walked away, her reflection slipping away with every step she took, leaving the mirror powerless.