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Mirrors

A mirror is a girl's worst enemy.

We know what pretty is,

But we don't see it in ourselves.

We know what ugly is,

And we see it everywhere in ourselves.

A mirror is just an object,

A piece of glass propped upon a door.

Why do we let that control our life?

 

You want to know why?

Because, frankly,

It displays the absolute truth.

It doesn't lie like so many people in this world.

It bends light,

But it doesn't bend the truth.

Girls become so obsessed in what that slab of glass displays:

A young girl,

Not yet 16.

A girl trying to find her strength behind the tears.

A girl trying to find her beauty behind her insecurities.

All because an inanimate object showed her something she didn't want to see.

 

But if you look deeper,

You will see that no "ugliness" is really worth it.

Ugliness should not be a factor in our life.

Whether you include someone or not shouldn't be based on beauty.

It should be based on character.

Once you come to terms with that,

You will be in control.

You can look past your "ugliness" in the mirror.

And when you look at that reflection,

You search deep into your soul.

You find yourself.

You learn to deal with what you got,

Even though you are not perfect.

Celebrate those imperfections

That the smudged mirror presented to you.

Because without them,

You just wouldn't be yourself.

They are what make you, you.

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maddie-reed
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Jun 16, 2013
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