What do you see when you look in the mirror?
An image of hope, maybe eyes tinged with fear?
When I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror,
I’m often surprised at what tends to appear.
The image reflected looks nothing like me,
At least not the me that I want you to see.
The angles are sharp and the features jut out,
The eyes appear tired and full of self-doubt.
Hair that once shone is now showing the wear,
Of numerous struggles I’ve forced it to bear.
I feel like an outsider just looking in,
At somebody else who is fragile and thin.
While I know who I am and that inside I’m strong,
This foreign reflection I feel proves me wrong.
The kicker it seems is I couldn’t care less,
how others might look or how others might dress.
Yet I always assume that I’m judged by my size,
by my clothes that don’t fit and the size of my thighs.
Even if inside I know I don’t care,
what somebody thinks of my body or hair,
Part of me wants them to see me as more,
as someone with talents and thoughts to explore.
If I never caught sight of the external me,
of this physical presence I’ve since come to be,
Would I do more with friends and not doubt their intent,
or wonder again what that last comment meant?
If this image stayed hidden and out of my sight,
would I think I should stay home for not looking right?
Of course, there’s that small part of me that is vain,
that wants a real ass and toned legs back again.
Who doesn’t like compliments on how they look,
when others take notice of steps that you took?
But the image reflected and what causes pain,
has nothing to do with ideals to obtain.
It’s not about pleasing the eyes of some guys,
or having somebody approve of my size.
Despite what is thought it has never been that,
I’ve never seen myself as pudgy or fat.
If I could dig out of this hole that I’ve created,
and drop all these habits I’ve long since berated,
I feel like my outside could match what’s within,
a spirit that’s light and not one who’s just thin.
I’m confident things will get better some day,
but my actions speak louder than words that I say.
Each day I try but some days I slip back,
turning to exercise, skipping a snack.
We all have our habits and vices to break,
smoking or drinking or risks that we take.
Things that we hope will distract us appeal,
more than things that we know we just don’t want to feel.
There’s much more to everyone else than the look,
reflected in mirrors or in pictures they took.
I just want my outside to match what’s inside,
a sense of contentment, occasional pride.
A strong ear that hears and does actually care,
shoulders that help hold the burdens you share.
Sarcastic yet willing to give you my heart,
(But often reluctant to show off that part.)
The scars will prove how many battles I’ve owned,
not just with myself but with all that life’s thrown.
What do you see when you see me today,
A girl who’s too skinny and wasting away?
Or someone who might just be dealing with more,
than she lets on each day or just hopes you ignore?
It’s not about looks or how things may appear,
as we open the page on another new year,
My goal for the year is the same that it’s been,
each hour and day all through 2010.
Deal with the struggles I face every day,
with courage and strength that I will be okay.
Reflect on the things that can bring me a smile,
a talk with a friend or just writing awhile.
The simplest things make me happy—that’s clear,
and I wish that for others this upcoming year.
But I also reflect on my health and that look,
that I saw in the mirror with each glance that I took.
I want my reflections to match up at last,
not feeling regret for the time that has passed.
So when I catch a glimpse of myself here next year,
I want to be proud of what person appears.
The image reflected will still look like me,
But this time the me that I want you to see.
This time the me that I know I can be.