The girl in the mirror felt like a shadow of who she wished to be.
For as long as she could remember, she’d hoped the girl staring back would one day be happy.
One day, she would smile—and mean it.
She would know love—and it would be real.
She would be enough—just as she was.
Accepted. Whole.
What she didn’t realize was that her hopes weren’t too far out of reach.
Years of fists and harsh words built a wall—not one others could tear down, but one only she could break.
The mirror had shown her a reflection, not her own—an illusion shaped by what others believed she was.
And each time she looked, she whispered: Eventually.
Eventually, she’d be successful.
Eventually, she’d find love.
Eventually, she’d be enough.
And then—one day—she was.
The light at the end of the tunnel appeared.
She was no longer trapped in the dark.
The girl in the mirror looked back—and this time, she saw the truth.
She was enough.
She had always been.
Eventually had finally come.