Staring at the reflection in the mirror,
hazel eyes, brown skin,
a dazzling smile masking an aching heart.
Perfect body, 5’5 feet of grace,
but beneath the glow — a quiet storm.
I meet my own gaze and whisper,
beauty is not what they see,
it’s what I fight to keep alive in me.
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Author:
ELIORA💕✨ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a dialogue with the self — the mirror as witness, the reflection as truth. It is not about vanity, but about the courage to face what stares back, unfiltered and unhidden.
- Category: Reflection
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