In a great, small depth of the world
Lies the girl who wakes up insecure.
Symptoms of self-degradation is a mirror.
When she veils the veil that seizes her thoughts,
And empowers every moment that she tries,
She can see undoubtedly through her own disguise.
Wake up to the sounds
Of birds chirping!
Or a leaf falling!
Wake up! Here I am!
I am strong; I am wise,
I am the envy of those who do not know me.
Hidden under the skin they discern
Is way more than the eye can see.
My smile is big, and I laugh quite loud,
And my teeth are not the perfect ivory.
I am short, yet I am immense.
I am what one would call lively.
My thighs are not sticks and I love that.
I am not dark, nor pale, and the perfection I lack
Is worth every benefit over every loss.
I am the endowment people dream about.
I am the idea known as motivation.
When I reflect upon myself, I know forever
That I am my own dedication-
I am not that mirror that I look upon every day.
It is time to break the mirror once and for all.
Since I love myself without it, I can stand tall.