Ashton Chowning
English 101
College Application
October 11, 2016
Mirrors
A mirror’s only purpose is to show the outer appearance of oneself. Despite the fact that a mirror does not have the ability to show one's qualities or talents a reflection in the mirror does. The reflection in the mirror has the ability to shape and mold a person as the reflection wishes. The reflection in the mirror can tell a person what to think or how to act. The reflection changes, but, as humans, we never see physical to notice, seeing that, the reflections are ourselves. As I look into the mirror, not only do I notice many of the features I no longer have from when I was a child, but also that I still believe in a great deal of the same lessons from my childhood.
When I was an infant, my mother always used to place me in front of a mirror displayed in her room, saying she loved the way I was fascinated with myself. Even though I do not remember this, I believe her words due to the fact that these moments were the first few times I had laid eyes upon myself. These moments were the first handful of times I was able to study the curves of my flushed cheeks or caught sight of the little dark hairs growing from my head. I am thankful my mother did this minor deed because now that I am older I am still able to study myself as if it was the first time.
Consequently, as I grew older, I found myself running into my mother's room to jump on her bed with my eyes fixed on the reflection staring back at me. I wore mismatched socks, a pink boa, and a green jumpsuit. My mother always let me dress myself so I would feel independent at a young age. As my heartbeat raced between jumps I watched as my dark locks of hair danced as with each leap. I noticed my flailing arms and my elongated legs with every up and down motion. I took in the full essence of childhood before the curls in my hair had fallen out and my legs no longer jumped on my mother's bed in the reflection looking back at me.
When I looked into the mirror as a child, I saw my mother: a strong woman who raised me on her own, who taught me countless qualities about myself. My mother taught me that it is acceptable to be fascinated by my reflection, jump on the bed, and express myself. With these lessons my mother taught me to have self- respect, to be light-hearted, and to have uniqueness.
Although I no longer abuse my mother’s over-jumped mattress, I still look deeply into a mirror, that once was displayed in her room, searching for my image: a reflection of me inside and out. As I examine the face staring back at me, I notice that my dark curls are now waves and full of vibrant colors, which have changed periodically throughout my life. The curves in my cheeks now have structure and the flush color of pink now halts to exist. I have lost many of my physical features from my childhood, I still believe in the same lessons my mother taught me as a child.
English 101
College Application
October 11, 2016
Mirrors
A mirror’s only purpose is to show the outer appearance of oneself. Despite the fact that a mirror does not have the ability to show one's qualities or talents a reflection in the mirror does. The reflection in the mirror has the ability to shape and mold a person as the reflection wishes. The reflection in the mirror can tell a person what to think or how to act. The reflection changes, but, as humans, we never see physical to notice, seeing that, the reflections are ourselves. As I look into the mirror, not only do I notice many of the features I no longer have from when I was a child, but also that I still believe in a great deal of the same lessons from my childhood.
When I was an infant, my mother always used to place me in front of a mirror displayed in her room, saying she loved the way I was fascinated with myself. Even though I do not remember this, I believe her words due to the fact that these moments were the first few times I had laid eyes upon myself. These moments were the first handful of times I was able to study the curves of my flushed cheeks or caught sight of the little dark hairs growing from my head. I am thankful my mother did this minor deed because now that I am older I am still able to study myself as if it was the first time.
Consequently, as I grew older, I found myself running into my mother's room to jump on her bed with my eyes fixed on the reflection staring back at me. I wore mismatched socks, a pink boa, and a green jumpsuit. My mother always let me dress myself so I would feel independent at a young age. As my heartbeat raced between jumps I watched as my dark locks of hair danced as with each leap. I noticed my flailing arms and my elongated legs with every up and down motion. I took in the full essence of childhood before the curls in my hair had fallen out and my legs no longer jumped on my mother's bed in the reflection looking back at me.
When I looked into the mirror as a child, I saw my mother: a strong woman who raised me on her own, who taught me countless qualities about myself. My mother taught me that it is acceptable to be fascinated by my reflection, jump on the bed, and express myself. With these lessons my mother taught me to have self- respect, to be light-hearted, and to have uniqueness.
Although I no longer abuse my mother’s over-jumped mattress, I still look deeply into a mirror, that once was displayed in her room, searching for my image: a reflection of me inside and out. As I examine the face staring back at me, I notice that my dark curls are now waves and full of vibrant colors, which have changed periodically throughout my life. The curves in my cheeks now have structure and the flush color of pink now halts to exist. I have lost many of my physical features from my childhood, I still believe in the same lessons my mother taught me as a child.