I sat in-front of a mirror yesterday, waiting to be served,
to be told how masking my face makes it natural
create a look
own the skin that’s already yours,
all the while sitting in front of that mirror
uncomfortable and exposed
waiting to feel comfortable
to be ok with the view
painfully aware I’m avoiding the reflection
– not looking myself in the eye –
avoiding appearing self-involved
while simply avoiding myself.
do we often just sit, embracing the view
without augmenting it.
Not editing or improving
Reflecting on the beauty
on the God appointed design
the sparks of colour and reflections of light
what if we didn’t all have that thing we dislike
that one thing we shy from and cover up.
What if we celebrated ourselves,
loved our design
our persona’s and twinkles
What if we could look in a mirror and not feel awkward
what if all we saw were the positives
what if all that’s there is positive.
Can you imagine.
Imagine looking forward
imagine seeing the infinite beauty of the stars in the mirror of our faces
the glory of the cosmos, without that rosey tint.
The spectacular picture
the famed beauty
– we are each that.
Not one over all
each holding so much beauty and individuality
No repeats or doppelgängers –
we are unique,
are loved beyond.
No imperfections in sight
– a nip/tuck-less generation –
What sort of revolution would that bring
– if we would but stop and stare
look up once in a while.
Just affirm each other’s talents, interests and look.
I am sat in-front of a mirror
sheepishly I choose & I over analysis.
Worry about others while my self worth, my self belief, is lost
– swamped in all of life’s could haves –
shrinking from the reality and audasity that’s found in how different we are
how gorgeous that is
in the insanity of individuality
the perplexity of life.
So many thought,
so many pictures that spin past,
and yet inadequate are my words
– lost are my thoughts –
as I search for more [for beauty]
it stares, brazen, from that mirror.