The Mirror Girl
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There's a girl in my mirror.
A shiny, butterscotch mane
Envelopes her imperfect face.
Blue, green, and gray swirl
Inside her tired eyes.
Her nose is too large for Vogue
And the cheek bones are undefined.
Not too tall, not too short.
Her breasts too small,
unmatched for the butt of a Kardashian.
But she is not just the girl inside the mirror.
She is me.
My face lights up
when a alaugh escapes my pale pink lips.
Cold hands wrestle with each other
When I'm nervous or scared.
The bobbing of my curls
To Joan Jett and Journey.
The way I make everything
More exciting than it should be
I'm a walking hyperbole.
Sweet-smelling sweat
runs down my back
After a long, therapeutic run.
My constant worry
For my family and friends.
The way I always look
and see the best in people.
Selfish, prideful, vain,
caring, kind, exquisite.
All of this is me,
But the girl in the mirror
won't tell me.