Here I stand again
in front of a cracked mirror.
A smudged reflection
showcasing all of my imperfections.
I never use to be like this,
I use to be wild, naive, and carefree,
until one day our society turned vain.
But I want to be like I was; back when I was wild, naive, and carefree.
So now I stand alone in my room
Posing for a picture that I'll share with all of my close friends.
Beauty doesn't matter
it's all about the lighting.
And angle that flatters.
And a filter that fits the picture
I don't fit society's picture of perfect
And I'm starting to think that's okay.
I've learned a lot about myself
The day I decided to take a step back.
I'm quite but thoughtful;
grateful and humble,
all of which someone told me as they caught me from my stumble.
I have a mole right beside my lip,
some even say I look a bit like
an early Marilyn Monroe.
I like my smile, the way my eyes light up
like a child.
And yes it sounds like I'm writing a love song about myself,
But what can I say,
I love myself.
And as I stand in front of this mirror,
the cracks begin healing.
I begin breathing.
As I stare longer at the mirror,
my once smudged reflection,
becomes a lot clearer.
Some how my mind seems to forget
all of my imperfections;
"I am wild, naive, and carefree" I say as I smile.
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