He watched her primping in the mirror and making faces at herself. “It is hopeless. I look the same no matter what I do to myself. Nothing helps!!” She applied lipstick, ran her hands through her hair with a dab of gel, scrunched her nose again and twirled to face me. “I am as ready as I am going to get! Let’s go!” Out the door we went her hand in mine. I smiled as she giggled, taking her place in the driver’s seat. “I’ll drive!” she announced with a devilish grin. She put the top down and cranked the radio full blast before speeding onto the road that followed the coastline. Music filled the interior as she started bopping to the beat, singing along to the music with conviction.
She happily let the wind wreak havoc on her hair. She hardly resembled the girl that had primped, worried, and fretted in front of the mirror moments before. All thought of perfecting her hairstyle was lost in the pure exhilarated joy of feeling the wind toss her unruly locks as we sped along. It was pretty obvious thoughts of being self-conscious about her looks were long gone. She was too busy having the time of her life singing along to the music and entertaining me with her endless chatter. As long as the mirror couldn’t taunt her with its reflection, she forgot what only she could see within it. Her lovely, generous personality came forward and she shined. With her smile brighter than the sun, her soul truly sparkling through her laugh, smile, and the twinkle in her eyes, she mesmerized me. If only she knew how much I truly loved her! It was then that she looked the most beautiful to me.