I was in the mirror more times than not. Itβs Iike I was trying to find a reflection I had lost.
Which is weird because most of my life, I disliked the image in the mirror that I saw.
I swore at myself quite a lot.
I even cried to GOD why he continues to watch me break apart. Berate myself, and break my own heart.
really want to believe itβs his way of proving to me, that if I canβt find beauty in this body than how could someone else, or anybody?
He does love me, but needed me to love me.
Especially if I wanted to be able to accept another humanβs love, for me.
I practiced looking at my reflection through his eyes that he lent me.
I saw a bright light that illuminated the darkest of spaces, and it was radiating from my heart of all places.
Me, a simple basic being, a house for light?
That is the vision of me, he sees?
I was baffled, this canβt be.
I always envisioned a cloud hovering over me just darkness, bleak.
Now I see it wasnβt the cloud I should have been looking for.
but the rainbow that came after the storm restored the desolate places that always yearned for more.
I am still not perfect but when I see my reflection I no longer curse it and finally without harsh judgement, I observe it.
I see beauty where I never could, not perfection because no human is perfect.
I never lost my reflection like I once believed.
He helped me clean my mirror so I could finally see my reflection without deception.
From those carnival mirrors to a clear image of one restored and resurrected.

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