It is easy to go through life
Without looking upon your own reflection.
Or
To purposely avoid it.
Until you spend a period of time,
With a mirror right across from you.
Where you are forced to acknowledge,
The girl in the mirror.
The unsettling angles and curves,
The colors, shapes, and sizes.
Realities that could always be willfully ignored before,
Now staring right back.
And the acknowledgement that this is the girl
Who everyone else sees,
Everyone, but me.
And I wonder
If there is a way
To love the girl in the mirror.
To not run away from her
But to embrace her,
Because she is the one
Who truly exists.
Not the carefully curated version
She created for herself.
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