Mirror, mirror, here I stand. Who is the fairest in the land?

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

If a person is wiping the mirror with a white cloth while you are seeing your reflection in the mirror exposing your chest hair, chances are you'll soon develop white hair on your chest.

the Snow shows up how unity of the crystalline water ice drawing the color of purity.

From that day forward she never used my name. Eventually I forgot it. Mrs. H called me something new. She named me cruel and smirking, she named me not for beauty or for cleverness or for sweetness. She named me a thing I could aspire to but never become, the one thing I was not and could never be: Snow White.

Remember, you're the one who can fill the world with sunshine.