A reflection
I am fat.
I am ugly.
All of these imperfections.
I need to be perfect.
I don't eat.
Fat equals ugly.
The mirror tells me so.
My reflection stares back at me.
Disgusting.
A voice in the back of my head.
Quietly.
"Do not worry.
You are beautiful the way you are."
I look away.
A tear falls.
I look back.
The reflection rears its ugly head.
I fall.
Louder, "Stand up."
I do.
I look myself in my eyes.
"You are beautiful."
I say.
The mirror breaks.
Reflections lie.
I see myself in the cracked glass.
I smile.
Overcoming my insecurities.
That's beauty.