My Honest Mirror

Oily skin.

Frizzy blonde hair.

Pear-shaped body.

Flat chest.

Big feet.

Labels we use every day.

We judge our appearance by others.

We hate ourselves for how we look.

Never accepting our bodies.

Be skinnier.

Lose weight.

Stop eating.

Enough is enough

We need to stop punishing ourselves.

Our bodies may be the reality of our genes.

But our minds tell a completely different story.

Ask us about our dreams and aspirations.

Take a look in the honest mirror.

We are all beautiful.

We are all people.

Loving souls.

Happy faces.



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