I look across and see,
A person staring back staring back at me.
She may call herself ugly,
She may tell herself she is weak,
But I think she is rather unique,
And as strong as one can be.
She may say she has failed
And slouch her shoulders in defeat.
I will push her shoulders back
And show her all she has achived.
She wasn't born perfect,
but has grown beautifully.
I look across the mirror and see;
Myself, the flawlees me.