True Reflections

A piece of glass hangs in the hallway.
I pass and stop.
I look back and find something hideous.
It is something so frightening that I almost scream.

Skin constantly red from blush.
Lips cracked from cold and air.
Fat around the stomach, the arms, the legs.
The stretch marks, pink, run up the tummy like claw marks.

I look at the face.
I blink, it blinks.
Oh God.
It's me.

But I look at the smile, cracked lips and all.
I see happiness.
I look in those eyes, changing from hazel to bright green.
I see warmth.

The composure of this monster, this beast, is that of confidence.
I feel that I have none now, yet I can sense it stir.
I stare at the mirror.
I think, I realize.

It shows your countenance, deformed or beautiful.
In that facade, it shows your true relfection.
It shows the real you.
Whether you be mean, or loving.

I may not be beautiful.
I may never get asked to model.
I may never fall in love.
I may never do anything like that.

But I am smart.
I am witty.
I am graceful.
I am beautiful in my own way.

And nothing, NOTHING, can stop me.........
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ta-frikin-da. don't feel so confident right now. what do ya think?