Reflection

You see yourself differently than what others do, criticize your flaw more than they do, and inflict pain in your head instead of them. The figure mimicking your every move seems to determine your limitations. Their eyes gaze into yours, the same set yet so different. The sparkle from the light hitting the glass yet it looks so dull. Every blink, every twitch copied to perfection. You both look so alike but think so different. The image mirrored back to you doesn’t realize the reality of being accepted, doesn’t know what pretty looks like on other people. That silhouette has never seen anything other than flaws, imperfections and unchangeable features. It knows one thing, how their frame looks good reflecting back at you. The weight on your shoulders from that voice telling you that you need to look better and change doesn’t appear in the outline that stands tall in front of you. If only we could be that reflection.