In the mirror - a face. Features, expression, look. What others see. But not always - what a person lives inside.
The mirror does not show choices. It does not know what was experienced silently, what is hidden behind a smile or a perfect hairstyle. It reflects the form - but not the essence 🔍
But the heart - knows everything. It remembers who betrayed 💔 who hugged at the right moment 🤍 who left without words. The heart does not lie. Does not filter. Does not play "everything is fine".
Sometimes they argue. The mirror wants to be beautiful. The heart is free 🕊️ The mirror says: "Smile", the heart is silent. Or screams. Or beats so loudly that it drowns out the external picture 💓
The real is rarely seen from the outside. It is inside. In reactions. In actions. In the way you behave when no one is looking 🌘
Sometimes a person looks confident, but inside there is thin ice. And sometimes it is the opposite: outwardly silence, and inside there is stability and strength 🪨
The mirror is a picture. The heart is the truth. And only when they coincide, that very person appears. Without a mask. Without falsehood. Without excess ✨
Maria😍