Reflection

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