Mirror Girl

A poem about self reflection

Sometimes I wonder who people see when they look at me.

I wonder, do they like whoever they're seeing?

Their old perspectives cropped like my once long locks

If that change was a shock how would they handle who I really am?

Most days I don't really like the girl in the mirror.

She's not how I remember being remembered.

Dimpled cheeks now rarely show, sparkling eyes a muddied brown,

lithe legs now round from eating to ignore the pain

... and yet some days I can't stop loving her.

Stopping in every window just to smile at her again.

Even on bad days I still love the girl in the mirror,

I can only hope everyone else does too.