The distorted truth of self judgement that conquerors the capacity of my mirror awaits for my response.

The days became repetitive and the mornings dreadful

As I was self trained to ignore the glass mirror hanging on my bedroom wall.

The mindset of a teenage girl who held a world of people to compare herself too.

But there is a power within the reflection

A moment to see how far we have come.

Our very own moment in which deserves more credit than given

The mountains we have crossed and the internal wars we have battled

So when you look in the reflection view its power

And imagine how proud that reflection will be staring back at you.