Mirror

A reflection I am fat. I am ugly. All of these imperfections. I need to be perfect. I don't eat. Fat equals ugly. The mirror tells me so. My reflection stares back at me. Disgusting. A voice in the back of my head. Quietly. "Do not worry. You are beautiful the way you are." I look away. A tear falls. I look back. The reflection rears its ugly head. I fall. Louder, "Stand up." I do. I look myself in my eyes. "You are beautiful." I say. The mirror breaks. Reflections lie. I see myself in the cracked glass. I smile. Overcoming my insecurities. That's beauty.