'self worth' 'accepting' 'beauty' 'bullying' identity
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Snip, snip.
Hair falls to the ground.
Tsssss.
Another of my curls flattened.
I finally lock eyes with my mirror-self.
Is this worth it?
I look down at my lap.
I want to be more than what can be seen
When the double sides face me
And all that falls upon my eyes is my own image
At least what the glass shows
Some see me as one thing
I was looking for my worth
Searching fervently
In eyes that stared back
In those that looked away
In dusty mirrors
On every reflecting surface
I looked everywhere
Beyond my eyes and own skin
