when i was younger,
my mom would turn the mirror to me with bright eyes.
"look at my beautiful girl!"
she'd say.
her truth was the only one that mattered,
and so i'd smile,
crooked teeth and disheveled hair
because, well,
if she thought i was beautiful,
surely i was.
i'm sixteen, it's been ten years.
time has worn my confidence thin.
i can't look in the mirror anymore.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
when i was younger,
my mom would turn the mirror to me with bright eyes.
"look at my beautiful girl!"
she'd say.
her truth was the only one that mattered,
and so i'd smile,
crooked teeth and disheveled hair
because, well,
if she thought i was beautiful,
surely i was.
i'm sixteen, it's been ten years.
time has worn my confidence thin.
i can't look in the mirror anymore.
