"I'm not sure how I feel," they said gripping the strands of there hair tugging at it. Almost wishing that if they pull themselves out, removing what is on the surface will fix everything they feel in the inside.
How dare they say, "it will be better," or, "your pretty." As if it changes what they see in the mirror. As much as they try, they fail. The image taunts them, the idea of perfection when themselves only see the opposite. These fruitless words don't change thoughts, so they believe what their minds feed them what the mirror makes them see.
They walk out of the crowds. Those that see them think they know all about them, but they only now a fraction. The more they stare at the mirror the more they come to acceptance with it. After pulling their hair they see how silky and soft it is. After feeling ugly in clothes they wear it once again and feel pretty.
They are confused, is it wrong to feel happy. They think, "Am I allowed to feel this way?" After staring at countless images of what they want to be and what they strive to perceive they notice that it's all worthless. The only one who gets to decide their worth is themselves. Because loving yourself isn't vanity, it's sanity.
They realize that their mistakes are things they did but not who they are. They don't carry them down towards that dark hole but ground them onto the floor. It allows them to fly higher then those mistakes and cruel words. They seem to care for themselves now.
They cry and scream on top of their lungs out of their window. Crying with a smile on their face. It's all out for the world now it's time for me to hear it. They tune in to there body, hear there heartbeats and feel what their heart is telling them, not their mind.
They realized it's okay to be sad, mad, or even happy because one should never apologize for their emotions. The same light they see in others is shining inside them too. So remember, it's not other people's job to like you, it's yours.
