Debbie looked at herself in the mirror for a good long while before balling up her fist and punching herself in the right upper cheek. She didn’t hold back, either. As if in slow motion she heard the meaty, squishy sound of the impact, and saw the ripples it caused across the surface of her flesh. Her head snapped back, and she reeled to maintain balance.
“Take that,” she said.
Her reflection stared back, eyes wide, shuddering in pain. “You stupid bitch,” it exclaimed. “Why did you do that?”
“Because you’re constantly standing in my way.”
“I’m protecting you, you idiot!” her reflection raged. “I’m constantly saving your ass!”
“You’ve been holding me back my entire life.”
“But you’re not smart enough to—” Smack! Debbie cut herself off by a sudden and horrific uppercut to her own chin, cracking her mouth shut and slamming her teeth together. She coughed, and suddenly drooled a stream of very red blood. A sharp pain warned of a mangled tongue. Tears leaked from her eyes.
The pain made her knees weak.
“I’m as smart as anyone,” she said to herself, “except when you tell me I’m not. So from now on, you shut the hell up.”
“But no one is going to want to look at your ugly face when you—”
Debbie slapped herself, hard, but it didn’t seem hard enough so she slapped herself again. And again.
“Stop it!” she screamed at herself. “Stop! You can’t do this! No one will take you seriously. No one really likes you!”
Balling up her fist again, she punched herself square in the center of her stomach. It caused her to double over and smack her forehead against the edge of the bathroom sink. She was full on crying now, like a child.
“I like me,” she told herself. She straightened up, facing herself in the mirror. “I like myself, and I trust myself. That’s all that matters.”
“But you’re such a screw up!” her reflection said. “You can’t do anything right!” It cowered then, ready for another strike.
Debbie simply shook her head. “To hell with you,” she told her reflection. “I’m not listening to you anymore. You stay the fuck out of my way.”
Bloody and discolored, looking like she needed to go to the emergency room of a hospital, her reflection wavered on the point of collapse.
Debbie, in the meantime, turned away from the mirror, not a scratch on her, and strode purposefully toward the future.
She intended to accomplish something truly great.