A New Mirror
I don’t know what happened that day
that made me finally decide that I was beautiful.
Perhaps my family bought a new mirror
and switched it without me knowing.
Perhaps his sweet words finally convinced me,
and everyone else’s did too.
Perhaps the stress finally let me go
and I smiled brighter, laughed louder,
or perhaps nothing had changed at all
and I, in my blind state,
finally looked a bit closer.
I really don’t know what happened
to make me see this way,
but please, don’t ever let it change.
I like this new mirror.
I like this new me,
and perhaps it’s time to show the world
that they can beat their reflections too.