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No reflection can see your true beauty

I look at my reflection wondering if that’s me? I look at those photos stuck with Prestik on the white walls of my bedroom, and ask myself, is that me? I stand in front of a mirror for hours, trying to figure out when I turned into such a sickening piece of flesh. Through my eyes I see nothing but the hideous features and the five hundred and one flaws that have taken over my entire human body, but through someone else's eyes those flaws are invisible, and those hideous features, are the prettiest they have ever seen. Maybe it’s not through your own eyes that you realize your true beauty, but the way another looks, and sees the beauty that you cannot see.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 9/2/2017 1:46:00 PM
It's called being honest with yourself , I think we would all appreciate the insight as to how others see is , it would mike us better persons - good write my friend
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Taluls dovey
Date: 9/2/2017 2:45:00 PM
thank you for the nice comment. I feel that the way we see ourselves is wrong, we are all so beautiful, and maybe we cant see it someone out there will.