Look in the mirror – what do you see?
Someone starved of sweet self-love?
Validation's too high a price—
all the pieces of your mind.
Remember when we were young
we'd blow dandelion fluff and make wishes?
Well, dandelions are weeds
and wishes are lost on the wind,
quicker than a sneeze.
But you had your wild faith back then
with rosy cheeks and chubby love
your laugh as sweet as Chupa Chups.
Now you are committed
to their hazardous deceptions.
Airbrushing, calorie counting
bootcamps with no recovery days
Will the counting never end?
will the pinching never stop?
He is, she is, they are
looking at themselves in the mirror—not you.
The thigh gaps, the gains, the chiselled jaws are—
the Botox, the facelifts, the nose jobs, they—
It is your choice, sister.
It is your right as a woman, today.
But who or what makes you want it?
Sometimes a wave of praise is harsher
than a din of ugly comments.
You are as beautiful and pure
as dew drops on a flower.
You always have been
No matter what your mirror says.
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Lives Collide
PoetryDo I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes). - 'Song of Myself,' Walt Whitman It's hard to know sometimes who you're meant to be. And that's kind of okay. One day I feel like a witch, another like...
