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A free writing piece on self-image.
I look at myself in the mirror. My front tooth is wobbling — look at it go! I push my hair aside as I lean closer, as close as I can get to myself. I can’t stop looking. “Mom, I think it’s ready to come out!” I shout, my hands leaving dirt and sweat fingerprints against the mirror’s edge. Her muffled response is a negation, but I pretend I don’t hear it. I reach my hand into my mouth and tug, tug, tug! I look down at my bloody palm and close my fist tight around my victory. When I look back up at myself, I smile.