Mirrors are my kryptonite

Basically when I look in a mirror it isn't exactly empowering all the time

Mirrors are my kryptonite. Not because I hate what I see but because I can't take my eyes off of what lays before me. I see my body before me. Every stretch, every inch, every curve, every mark, every scar. My eyes trace the magnificence known as me.
My hair is a mess showing the ideas jumping through my head. My eyes so wide full of wonder and trust. My nose knows every memory my soul knows with one inhale of my breath. My smile isn't perfect, which is why it is perfect to me. My mouth itself has a mind of it's own. Unable to control the beast known as my tongue. Opinions and facts roll off of it on the daily.
The mirror shows all this and more. The more I see shows more of me. Like how my arms cascade and my hands rest at my hips. My arms love hugging themselves or another body. Hugging someone else brings a rare smile to my lips and a hitch in my heart. That's another thing about my body… it likes to feel another presence. I am no solo artist.
Yet the mirror shows only me locked inside.
I'm boxed inside the mirror reflection shown. Eyeing up and down I am taken back by the body before me. It's as if my eyes deceive me. I am standing with my head held high.