My Mirror

My mirror is my best friend and worst enemy.

It depends on the day.

My mood, my hair.

There is no changing what I see here,

No different angle or frame.

No cropping the ugly out.

No masking the shame.

There is just me. As I am.

No filters.

Is this all I am worth?

How beautiful people think I am?

Who said noses and eyes and hair mattered?

Who set the standard for height and weight?

Not me.

When I look in my mirror,

I don't see how my body looks.

I see what my body can do.

I see a smile that hides the best secrets.

Eyes that seek for the good and beautiful.

I see hands that can write epic stories,

And legs that can run faster then a hare.

I see a girl who loves to dance in the rain.

A girl who loves a good book.

A girl who dreams,

but is scared of getting hurt.

I see a thirst for knowledge,

A shimmer of hope for the future.

I see a gleam of courage and fearlessness.

I don't see who I am not.

I see who I can become.

Because people are beautiful.

They just don't realize it yet.