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@ ODILI ONUOHA
2025-06-13 13:31:00In the heart of a forgotten village, wrapped in fog and silence, lived a girl named Lisa who had never seen her reflection.
There were no mirrors in the village, only old tales whispered by elders that mirrors “stole your spirit” or “showed things best left hidden.” Lisa never questioned it. She believed what she was told: she was plain, timid, and destined for nothing more than blending into shadows.
But she felt something inside a flicker, like a candle trying to burn through thick glass.
One day, while gathering herbs deep in the forest, Lisa stumbled upon the ruins of an ancient house. Inside, beneath sheets of ivy and dust, stood an enormous mirror tall, cracked, and untouched for decades.
She froze.
Curiosity trembled in her chest. Carefully, she wiped away the dust with her sleeve.
At first, she saw only her eyes, wild, curious, and afraid. Then, slowly, the whole reflection emerged. Not plain. Not broken. But alive.
It was her, and yet someone more stronger, prouder, freer.
Tears welled in her eyes. All her life, she had believed others’ words. But here, in silence, she saw the truth for herself.
She began visiting the mirror each day, not to admire beauty, but to remind herself she was real. That her thoughts mattered. That what lived inside her could not be shaped by lies spoken outside.
When she returned to the village, she walked differently.
She spoke.
She led.
And others began to wonder: What did she see that changed her?
Lisa simply smiled and said, “I stopped seeing what they told me I was. And started seeing who I truly am.”
Moral: You are not what others say you are. You are who you choose to see.