How sad it is and how how veiled are we. How ashamed we should be. Staring into the mirror we tell ourselves of the imperfections we see. We cry out "UGLY". Pound our fists and beat our chests.
We mustn’t be fooled anymore, I plea, be incredulous of the Magician, for you know in the end there is no truth to his magic, only a master of slight of hand. He is nothing but an illusionist, and a charlatan if he claims to be anything more. We are being fooled in that polished sand. Every imperfection you see, darling, you're being fooled.
Imperfections are the first illusions of human nature, older than the oldest profession. I cry in sorrow at how carelessly we forget, so much and so often. We tell each other that love is the scarlet fog that blinds us from the “truth” of imperfection. We show pity for the fool in love, we laugh and judge, for he wears rose colored glasses. Oh what fools are WE! To think love, LOVE, as the fog that blinds us from seeing another truly. From seeing ourselves in our perfect beauty.
You forget so readily that the only truth is perfection. Insecurity is the mist, shame and fear the haze and fog that blind the world. And Hate, hate is the great illusionist. Hate of others, and hate in your self. The only truth in your reflection is perfection. Love is that veil lifted, we wear glasses for what else but to see clearly when we are blind.
Now speak these words aloud, repeat them and believe them. Let them burn in your brain for there are no other truths besides this. You are perfect, you are beautiful, desirable, you are worthy of all the love and joy that this dark world still possesses. Don't let that fog of sadness, and of the scared blind masses keep you from seeing how beautiful you are. Love yourself, smile into the mirror in the morning at the perfection that you see. I love you. And if your vision is blurred, take my glasses