I look at my reflection,
Surprised by what I see.
That a pretty girl was looking back,
That pretty girl was me!

My hips could be slimmer,
My arms could be more built
But this time I saw myself
Without seeing the guilt.

More times than not,
Girls hate their reflection,
Hate to see their failed attempts
When striving for perfection.

We pick and prod ourselves,
Wishing we could lose this or that,
Wishing that something was better or
That we could lose that fat.

I knew this as I stared at myself,
Those same blue eyes staring back,
And I realize that though I have imperfections,
I need to cut myself so slack.

Through my imperfections
Shines the beauty within me,
The me that people love,
The part that I had failed to see.

I learned so much from my reflections,
Still part of me wants to be perfect.
Through my imperfections I’m me,
No matter what the mirror reflects.

-Erin

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