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MIRRORS AND REFLECTIONS:
                                                  MIRRORS AND REFLECTIONS:
                            Art
                   TheArt                  of                                                                                      Kinkies and weirdos, they say.              day we die. And who else could
                        B                   Loving Yourself                                                                                                                    persevere harder than that?


                          Before
                                   Loving Anyone Else                                                                              Aren’t we all?                              Yet. Yet we criticise how what we



                                                                                                                                   But  we don’t  just  stop there, do         do never turns out good and how
                                                                                                                                                                               you’ve let everyone down in that
                                                                                                                                   we?                                         group project you just had. Yet
                            Written by Emma Sylvette Susini Jr2Z(1) and Tan Ying Ern Sr1ScD                                                                                    you curse yourself for how your
                                            Illustration by Chew Ni Jie Sr1ScA
                                                                                                                                   There’s that warrior within                 family dynamics are turning out,

                                                                                                                                   ourselves. That will  challenge all         how the world is turning out.
                                                                                                                                   there is. To believe that you are
                           As I stood before the mirror,                                                                           beautiful when the whole world              Yet, what is, perfect?
                                                                                                                                   makes it sound like you’re not.


                           The reflection and features staring back at me were familiar, yet it was not                                                                        We take ourselves so seriously, we
                           me. My natural sparkling eyes, once glimmering with hope and joy, are                                   And      we     remember.       Those       forget to enjoy the beauty of life
                           now gone and covered in shadowy sunken sockets.                                                         times, those people. Those who              itself.                                    IMPR
                      SS   Searching frantically for the aspiration and joy that I once had but is now                             reminded us that we were enough.

                                                                                                                                   Those who supported us during

                           nowhere to be found, my heart is in despair.                                                            the darkest of times.                       Our life.

                      E
                                                                                                                                   And all you need right now is               ---
                           As I reached to touch the glass, I realised my world was now monotone.
                      EN   The once vibrant colours of my world have faded into shades of grey, with                               yourself. You, to remind yourself           Improvement.
                                                                                                                                   that you are important. That
                           everything appearing lifeless.
                                                                                                                                   you are your own person. Your
                                                                                                                                   own special, kinky little person.                                                      OVEME
                      AR   I couldn’t seem to get rid of the overwhelming exhaustion that engulfed                                 Yourself, a person whom no other            Improvement in letting go.


                                                                                                                                   could replicate, ever.
                           me. I couldn’t seem to stop feeling guilty about all the tasks I had left
                           undone. I couldn’t help but notice a fog clouding my thinking, darkening
                           my thoughts, and the heaviness in each step I took.                                                                                                 Improvement in being present.
                      W                                                                                                            ---                                                                                    N



                           It  was  only  then  that  I  became  aware  that  I  was  exhausted.  Not  only                                                                    And frankly, improvement, the
                      A    physically but mentally too.                                                                            Our  souls stay with  us till the           something between nothing.                 T









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