I think her mirror shattered long ago
Somewhere in her life, she wasn't able to look at herself and believe she was beautiful
Because how can you believe you are if your mirror is nothing but shards and broken pieces?
With a broken mirror
She was never able to reflect on herself and believe in her worth with self-confidence
She was never able to see and value her strengths and acts of kindness
She was never able to reflect on her past and move on toward a brighter future
Because how can you reflect without a mirror's reflection?
And for as long as I've lived
And for as long as I've lived She never thought of herself
And for as long as I've lived She never thought of herself ...as beautiful
She held onto those shattered fragments of her mirror, believing in those distorted images that wasn't really her
The world told her to believe it
Because "seeing is believing"
And no matter what I would say to her, she didn't believe me
Without a mirror, she was blind to what really matters in a person
This is my mother...
This is my mother... And as her daughter, I never believed for a moment that she was ugly
I wish you didn't have to look in any mirror to have to believe that...
Thank you <3