In every mirror I look at, I am different.
The one in my room always reflects me as who I fear the most.
It shows me the me that has hurt.
The me that is too scared to be called weak.
It shows me the me that feels empty whenever she’s alone.
The mirror in my mother’s room always reflects me as attractive.
It showcases my curves and never holds back that smile the reflection brings.
The mirror in the dining room always reminds me to eat some more or not at all.
It makes me laugh and sad too.
The fat chin and some other times the neck bones.
That one comes to me more as a checking machine than as an object of reflection.
Now, the mirror outside my house is very different.
It isn’t the regular one, it is covered in faces, in humans.
The mirror outside my house reflects me as strong.
Brave.
Courageous and sometimes I am not but every time it is before me, I don’t have a choice but to be all of these things while my self is hidden and patiently waiting to go back home to where I can be me without the fear.
My Reflection In Different Mirrors
9 responses to “My Reflection In Different Mirrors”
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I’m glad. this is practically everything for me, thank you.
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I am so glad. thank you for reading.
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