"Am I a bit bigger now?" I ask my new mirror.
I had just won it in a mystery Auction. A magic mirror that show and or tell you what you want to know. But stupid as I was, the first question I asked was, "Do I look healthy?"
"Oh No….," The Mirror reply. " You are so terribly skinny. You must eat more." It had even shown me how skinny I was. So thin, you could practically play the Xylophones on my ribs. I could almost be Jack Skellington's sister.
And so, I ate and ate and ate. I am was so sure that the pants that I once wore were a size 8, not a Size 4. I couldn't help but know that something was wrong.
One day, I looked up my mirror online. It had appear that it was made in the late 1500's and ,of course, had to be cursed. The mirror hypnotized it victims and give them advice which they follow to a 'T'.
Even though I have a feeling that my new size 8 were much more bigger but nowadays I can't seem to trust my eyes. I would look at the back of the boxes to see t