The Mirror Lies - Reclaiming Your Self-Worth Beyond Appearance.
That Traitor!!!
Once upon a Lie, a Queen in her Kingdom was going at her daily routine.
“Mirror, my dear Mirror, tell me—who is the most beautiful woman in this kingdom?”
The Queen's voice was sharp, demanding, her reflection staring back at her with a piercing gaze.
“It’s not you, my Queen,” the Mirror replied in its usual, all-knowing tone. “Snow White has discovered a miracle called Ozempic. Now she looks... hot, sexy and thin. Maybe you should try it and come back.”
The Queen blinked, stunned. “What? Aren’t you supposed to say she has this or that inner quality, and because of my jealous heart, I am no longer the fairest?” said the queen scowling.
“Perhaps,” the Mirror said lazily. “But why not try the “Lose Fat In 24 Hours” pill first and come back?”
The Queen frowned. “You just told me to try Ozempic!”
“Oh, yes! Try Ozempic! And come, come, cooome baaack.”
The Queen stepped back in confusion. “What’s happening to you, Mirror?” she snapped. But the mirror remain silent. Her frustration grew as she paced the room. Suddenly, a draft of air caught her attention. It was coming from behind the Mirror.
Curious, she yanked at the gilded frame. To her shock, the Mirror swung forward, revealing a hidden room filled with people. A bald man with a microphone sat in the corner, his voice eerily familiar. Nearby, another man controlled a screen displaying videos that mimicked the Mirror’s replies. In the center of the imposters, a group of writers frantically scribbled notes and read from scripts.
“What is this?” the Queen demanded, her voice trembling with anger. “Who are you? And what are you doing in my kingdom?” “Guards!!!”
A man sitting at the head of the table stood, adjusting his glasses. “We’re the writers of your story.” clearly not surprised by her reaction.
“I beg your pardon?”
“We create your narrative, Your Majesty,” he said matter-of-factly.
She thought for a moment then her hands clenched into fists. “You mean to tell me... that you made me feel ugly? That you wrote my jealousy into existence?”
The room erupted into laughter.
“Ugly? You?” The director shook his head. “We really nailed it, didn’t we?” He asked turning to his staff. “Didn’t we do a great job? She really believes she is Ugly”
The team nodded enthusiastically, some still chuckling.
“Have you even looked at yourself?” the director asked.
“Of course, I look at myself every morning,” the Queen retorted. “And every time, I’m reminded you didn’t make me as beautiful as Snow White! That’s why I have to kill her.”
“Whoa, relax, beauty. You’re not ugly,” the director said.
“Then why did you make me feel that way?”
“For the plot, obviously. A flawless, beautiful woman is boring. Look at Snow White—she’s nothing without your drama. No story sells without a good villain. And no good villain exists without insecurities.”
The Queen blinked. “So… you made me insecure for the sake of a plot?”
“And Money. Listen, every time the Mirror tells you that you’re not beautiful, you chase after solutions. That’s how we sell things. Money doesn’t flow in a world where everyone feels confident and beautiful. ”
The Queen’s jaw dropped. “So, I’m the evil one… so you can sell stuff?”
“Yep.”
“And I’m not actually ugly?”
“Nope.” “Nothing personal. Self-doubt sells. Confidence doesn’t. It’s purely business.”
The room burst into laughter, but the Queen didn’t join in. She stood frozen, her mind reeling.
“So, I killed my husband for nothing” she whispered bitterly.
The room went silent. Even the bald man with the microphone looked uncomfortable.
The Queen straightened her crown, her voice steady. “No more. I refuse to play your game.”
She turned on her heel, striding out of the room.
“Wait! Where are you going?” someone called after her.
“Swimming,” she said without looking back. Her voice was resolute. “For no other reason than I want to and it’s healthy!!!.” She said the last part screaming, showing them her middle finger.
“Wait. How come they know this sign in fairy tales?” Someone asked, breaking the silence left by her departure.
As she walked away, the heaviness that had plagued her for years began to lift. She wasn’t a villain. She wasn’t broken. She wasn’t less beautiful than anybody.
She was just... herself.
Reflection
For years, Queens all around the world believed the lies of the Mirror. But in reality, the Mirror was never magical. It was a tool, manipulated to keep you doubting your worth. How many of us have fallen for the same trick?
We let external voices—society, media, even our own inner critics—define our value. We believe we’re not good enough unless we fit into a specific mold: thinner, prettier, younger, wealthier. We only exist through the lens of comparisons, of comparatives.
You were never ugly. You were never not enough.
The Mirror lies.
It’s time to rewrite your story.
So from today, ask yourself:
What “mirrors” in your life are making you doubt your worth? Is it social media, a toxic relationship, or your own inner dialogue? Identify them and question their validity.
What are the qualities that truly matter? What makes you unique is what makes you beautiful.
How to step away from the script others have written for you. Decide who you want to be and live according to your values.
The Queen didn’t find freedom by listening to the Mirror. She found it by rejecting its lies.
So can you.
And you know what else you can do?
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This powerfully resonated! Thank you!
This was an amazing read. I was locked in from the first line to the conclusion, where you provided some really helpful prompts.