The Mirror
Reflecting back at me
My crooked nose and too-thin wrists
My frizzy curls and flaws. The list
Goes on and on.
I search for perfection.
The magazine’s models stare back at me;
Their photo-shopped smiles
Their legs for miles
Remind me of what I’m not.
Flaws.
I’ve got them in spades.
I’ll never measure up
To the perfection that I crave.
But.
Confidence.
Sure, I’ve got that inside.
Helping me to conquer
The imperfections that I hide.
Love.
I’ve got that, too.
A single force that guides me
Telling me what to do.
Ambition.
The reflection in that mirror can’t stop
The things that I will do.
So maybe on this quest
To find a me that’s flawless
I’ve found a me that’s better
With the flaws I once suppressed.
The reflection in the mirror - I don’t see it anymore.
That crooked nose, it’s from my dad.
My too-thin wrists match mom’s. The list
Goes on and on.
‘Cause here’s the thing about perfection:
It’s something I can’t reach
But with some introspection
I’ve found that flaws are what make me
Flawless.