I look into the mirror and see a girl.
Could this girl be loveable, valuable, and worthwhile,
Or are those words just something people tell her to make her not feel bad about herself.
I step away from the mirror before the tears start pouring out.
I take a deep breath and then walk up to the mirror with a new weapon in stored.
I say to myself,
You are loveable,
You are valuable,
You are worthwhile.
A new door seems to open as I see a brightness come from her smile.
In that door the girl is happy and that girl is me.