Why do we rely on reflections to rate our beauty? Why do we trust so much in a reflection? Dirty mirrors make us think dirty things about ourselves. Why do we let a simple reflection determine whether we’re ‘pretty’ enough, ‘skinny’ enough, or even good enough? Why do we allow ourselves to be wounded by our reflection? To be stabbed at something that just stares back at us?
Darling, you’re good enough. You’ll always be.
Tell me who taught you that your beauty can be determined by a dirty mirror. Tell me who it was that put that filthy thought in you.
A dirty mirror will never be able to go into your soul and tell you that you are perfect. Nor will a clean mirror. Because honey, no piece of glass could ever be clean enough to show you how truly beautiful you really are.
So, if you don’t like your reflection; its okay. Don’t buy another mirror. Simply clean it. And I don’t mean the mirror, sweetheart. Clean the reflection. Clean the soul in that reflection. Clean it from those thoughts, because you are beautiful. No matter how dirty you feel, you are truly, amazingly gorgeous. And I promise you, that smile of yours, gosh, it kills us all.
Think beautiful, talk beautiful, be beautiful -wait, you already are.
Girl, put the mirror away. You have it all.
I could say I’m just a chick typing behind a screen, but that’d be the first and only lie you’d have from me. Truth is, I am a female behind a screen typing some words down, I’m the girl at that table across from you with headphones in her ears and a Starbuck’s Venti Mocha Frap right next to her for company. I’m the girl sitting down by the window scribbling away in a gold trimmed journal. I’m the girl wanting to make a difference in the world just like everyone else who claims the same. But that’s what makes me different, I’m going to be the one to make it happen.
I want to be someone’s inspiration, someone’s light at the end of the tunnel. I want to be the reason people decide to check the end of that tunnel for that light. I’ve been through some pretty tough poo, and I’m still here. My reason to blog is for that; to serve as someone’s motivation to never give up.
I hope that by blogging I can make a difference. I hope, pray and wish that my writing will serve as someone’s reason to put down the blade and return the pills back to the cabinet. My only dream is to be there when someone needs me. I know how lonely nights can get and to a point, days can get darker than nights; I know it. Just don’t give up. Ever.
Read, comment, email me, or whatever. I’m one of those freaks who answers to everybody because I believe everyone deserves a chance at this life. Keep on keeping on. In the end you’re a survivor. We all are.
You’re scarred with strength, and don’t ever be ashamed of that.