Petty Imperfections

When you look in the mirror, you count each imperfection you can find instead of the lovely details you truly hold. You feel too short, too tall, too skinny, too fat. You see acne and tangled hair, chipped nail polish on your delicate fingertips and running mascara smearing your face. Your mind is burning alive with every thought. You think that he will not give you roses painted the color of romance if you are not a size zero. You think he will not stain your lips with his name if you are not 100 pounds even. But if you could see that you were made to love yourself before others, it would be such a beautiful sight. Destroy the mirror, my dear, you were made in the eye of yourself, not the world.