Why?
Why are we looked at this way?
Why are we broken by what people say?
The horrible ache
each time we long to please them.
Each comment taking a toll
on all of our once
confident souls.
Each tear,
finally spilling the deep emotions
we’ve hidden away
for to long.
Each tear,
as it falls,
washing a piece of us
away.
The mirror reflects a broken
hurt girl,
every minute wishing to be
someone else;
every second wanting to be something else.
The mirror reflects a girls
ruined confidence,
her crushed self esteem,
and her broken heart;
all torn apart by all of the
harsh critics,
her real life super villains,
the stereotypes,
the world.
But really it is all
fake.
The image.
The reflection.
The thought of her has been
distorted.
She isn’t fat.
She isn’t ugly.
She isn’t weak.
She isn’t stupid.
She is unique.
She is strong.
She is smart.
She is beautiful.
She is perfectly
imperfect.
The mirror reflects a girl.
Just a girl.
A girl who may not be
what the world “wants” to see,
but a girl who is who
she wants to
be.
The Ann Richards School for young Women Leaders
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