You look at me like you want to say something, you see what I see but i hide from what you show me.If you could talk, what would you say?Would you say I’m strange, because I think I am. Would you say I’m weird because of the countless facial expressions I’ve shown you. From frowns to winks to grins to snarls to tears to laughter. You have seen me through countless incidents and you still sit still. I have tried a lot in front of you and yeah,maybe you have seen it all. Isn’t it weird that you just sit or stand pretty with an intention of reflecting who I am? You fascinate me. There was a season that I hated you. You were grumpy and all what you showed me is what you think I am and not what really I am. I woke up every day to get ready and when I was ready I would really try not to stumble into you because girl, you were mean.
I know sometimes you remind me of who I am meant to be and I appreciate you for that. What I don’t like is when you try to reflect an image of what I am not. Those grumpy days when all you can do is to stand pretty and mock me. Sometimes I think it’s all in my head but sometimes it hits me so hard that I think it’s reality. Mirror mirror on the wall, you’ve seen it all. You’ve seen my ugly days and my brighter days. With you I have learnt the art of self love. With you, I am still learning to live a life of that is not full of what you reflect about me, but what I intended to mirror to people. Not the pretty smile or the beautiful face but the kind heart and the impactful soul.I look at you and I get reminded that self love is indeed a journey, some days are sunflowers but others and stinging nettles. I know that the someday is a comeday.
Dear mirror, thank you for taking me through the journey of self love. I know i’m almost there and when i reach my destination, you will still sit pretty and show me who i really am.