i never knew how to define myself.
what's in the mirror isn't what i see.
there's an ugly girl there, there's someone who doesn't know how to be.
but beyond the cracked and shattered glass,
there's something else, something waiting to be said. to be felt.
i've never been able to feel it.
but now i look in the mirror
i see my reflection in the glass and i begin to see something new.
i am strong.
i am beautiful.
what i see in the mirror doesn't define me.
i define me.