Who is this person in the mirror? I look at her like a stranger and criticize her every aspect. I hate this person in the mirror why can't I be like her? She is so beautiful and so great, her face glows her smile bright her eyes so blue and full of life. Her lashes long dark and curled. Her body measured just right not too thin and not too wide. Yet, I find things and plan ways to make them right. Then I decide she is who she is and who she is is just right. To accept this person in the mirror will always be a continouis fight. I hope someday I will accept her and live with her in perfect comfort, this stranger in the mirror is no stranger at all this stranger is me after all.
Reason for writing:
This poem expresses how society makes you feel like you have to fit a certain image and be a certain person that isn't really you.
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