The Girl in the Mirror
I stare at her. She looks like me, but she isn’t me.
She tells me my face is oily, points to the pimples like she’s circling flaws on a test I didn’t study for.
She makes fun of my body— but not with cruelty, just with the kind of words I’ve whispered to myself for years.
That’s the difference between us: she says them out loud. I keep them locked behind my teeth.
So I have no right to be mad.
And maybe that doesn’t make her mean. Maybe it just makes her another echo of what I’ve been told and taught and trained to believe.
She’s only repeating what she’s been hearing for most of her life.
So I tell her, “You are pretty. You have a smart, beautiful brain and a kind, quiet, golden heart. If people only see you for your looks, they weren’t worth your time anyway.”
The words taste like poison on my tongue. Not because they’re lies— but because I’ve never dared to believe them.
I don’t say them often. Maybe never. But she needs to hear this.
Because it’s true. Because the mirror has been shouting for so long— and it’s time someone whispered back with love.
She blinks at me, startled, like no one’s spoken to her like she matters.
And for once— she doesn’t talk back. She just listens. Starts to believe. And sheds a tear.
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Author:
Vanna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poems is one of my favorites I have written. It really reflects a lot on how I feel.
- Category: Sad
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Comments5
We can see a lot when we look in the mirror and often see things we don’t like reflected .. back .
Sometimes I see a stranger in the mirror or I wander who I’m looking at
I like this writing
Guess we need to be loving towards ourselves
Or try
Self love ..
We are our own worst critics and looking in the mirror whether real or mental can cause us the most pain. Good write
Very relatable write to me something I still do even though I don't like what I see and the pain it reminds me off, nicely expressed and written write
Excellent write
SHE COOKS EVERY TIME
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