in front of a cracked mirror. 

A smudged reflection

showcasing all of my imperfections. 

I never use to be like this,

I use to be wild, naive, and carefree,

until one day our society turned vain. 

But I want to be like I was; back when I was wild, naive, and carefree. 

 

So now I stand alone in my room 

Posing for a picture that I'll share with all of my close friends.  

Beauty doesn't matter 

it's all about the lighting. 

And angle that flatters. 

And a filter that fits the picture 

perfectly. 

Unlike me. 

I don't fit society's picture of perfect 

And I'm starting to think that's okay.

 

I've learned a lot about myself

The day I decided to take a step back. 

I'm quite but thoughtful;

grateful and humble,

all of which someone told me as they caught me from my stumble. 

I have a mole right beside my lip,

some even say I look a bit like

an early Marilyn Monroe. 

I like my smile, the way my eyes light up 

like a child. 

And yes it sounds like I'm writing a love song about myself,

But what can I say,

I love myself. 

 

And as I stand in front of this mirror,

the cracks begin healing. 

I begin breathing. 

As I stare longer at the mirror,

my once smudged reflection,

becomes a lot clearer. 

Some how my mind seems to forget 

all of my imperfections;

"I am wild, naive, and carefree" I say as I smile.