Short Stories

Reflection

Standing there, looking at my not so perfect portrait, analyzing her bumps and marks reflecting on her roundness and flawfulness. 

god.

is this really what everyone around me sees everyday? is this really how I am  portrayed?

I take a step back from my reflection. shed a few tears, and allow my head to hang low.

I make out a soft mummer... "what's wrong?" I smile nervously shaking my head

"I feel so broken, torn apart and broken, not worthy of affection look at me. my thighs so thick, the tonelessness in my core, the wings attached to my arms, what's wrong with me?"

Sobbing, my back hits the wall, sliding down to the ground. 

the voice speaks again. "Look at you? I am, you are beautiful... those are just number on the scale, they don't define who you are."

"NO" my chest tightens, choking on the very necessity of life, bead of sweat run down my face, my heat pounding like a set of drums. I read out to grasp the bar of control, but fail. 

"Listen to me" she mutters. "don't worry about the bundle of imperfections and never-quite-right-ness. your value is above your size, shape or weight. 

"stop" I beg looking back at the mirror.

"Please" She begs back. "I did nothing to you, why? why do you hate me? could you just love me like this? for who I am?"

I slowly stand to my feet. take a deep breath. gaze upon my reflection once again whip the tears from my cheeks and grab a hold of her tightly.

"I do love you, I do love us, I do love me."

***

This is the battle I fight constantly. I know, we all punch our way to look and act like everyone else, and we don't always get threw the wall, and everyone should stop trying. People bully themselves to be "perfect"

but why?

the world isn't about perfection, its about uniqueness and finding beauty in all things in life