Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

I've decided I love my mirror. In the bathroom downstairs, my mirror is always nice to me. It greets me with a warm metallic glow and tells me that all the other mirrors in the world just don't see me right. It makes my eyes look bright, my skin even-toned and rosy, my hair always looks good, and even without any make-up on I feel good about myself with that wonderful mirror. So, although it might seem crazy to everyone else, I always look in that mirror before I leave the house and try not to look at another mirror all day long because none of them are ever friendly. Thanks, mirror, for being a friend!