When I look in the mirror

Who do I see?

Do I see the scar under my left brow?

Do I see the blemish forming under my chin?

No.

But do I see large beautiful brown eyes?

Do I see high cheekbones?

Do I see full pink lips?

No.

What I see is beyond what the mirror tells me.

Back a me stares a daughter,

A sister

A student

A child of God.

Created flawless in his image.

Not in flesh but in soul.

I see a heart that comforts my loved ones.

I see a student yearning to be taught.

I am strong.

I am flawless.