Reflection

cutelilcardinal

I hate my stomach

I hate my thighs

I hate my split ends

And I hate my eyes

 

I don’t like criticizing

My physical reflection

And I don’t like cutting up

My heart into sections

 

But how can I help it

When the flaws are right there?

I look into the mirror

And meet my own stare

 

And in the light above the mirror

I see my chestnut eyes

And remember a certain comment

And I begin to cry

 

Tears of happiness run down my face

And I apologize

To the reflection of the lovely girl

Telling herself these lies

 

I may not like my stomach

And I may not like my thighs

But split ends can easily be fixed

And he says I have beautiful eyes

 

So who am I to hate myself

For how I look on the outside?

True beauty comes from within, so I say

“I love my reflection,” with pride

  • Author: cutelilcardinal (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2018 13:57
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 8
  • Users favorite of this poem: SLR
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  • SLR

    I love this! I do the same thing, I have to remind myself of my assets and try not to focus on the flaws. (It helps when someone you love points out the good stuff!) Besides it's more important to be beautiful on the inside! 🙂



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