A Woman’s Mirror
unlearning the lies reflected by glass
Distortion reflects back
I catch my gaze—
but who I see isn’t me.
..
The curves of a woman,
Formed by nature,
Loathed by herself,
Yet admired by all.
..
Contoured by society,
She pinches her skin,
Resenting her shape,
Wishing to be less.
..
She weeps at the mirror,
Pleading for change
Blind to her beauty
That has never faded
..
The brilliance of her mind,
Her soul,
Her whole being—
She shines brighter than any diamond,
Inside and out.
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Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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