Monsters Lurking Within Mirrors
I grew up afraid of mirrors
Of the monsters that lurked on the other side
An angel of music beckoning me down to the pits of darkness
Seven
That’s how old I was when I learned I could no longer stare at my reflection
That the girl waiting on the other side was not the image I wanted to see
Too fat
Too ugly
Too empty
Eyes like the darkness you can only get out at sea
I waited for the twinkle of a star
But none appeared
Thirteen
The age at which a boys hands
Roamed without consent down my skin
A fight inside longed to begin
But when the mirror called
All I could see was a girl so broken
It would take a miracle to put her back together again
So the denial of food became my best friend
And the mirror a tool just to check in
On the weight I’d constantly hoped I’d lost
A symbol of my value
Or so I thought
Twenty-eight
I looked in the mirror for what I believed was the last time
Daring a glance at my aging skin
Dark shadows pool under my eyes
A death found within
I shudder
I try to convince myself I like what I see
That there’s no part of me
That is worth any less
Than that of my neighbor
That my worth isn’t tied
To what I see in the mirror
That the angel of darkness can wait
For things to get clearer
For the light in her eyes to return
If only someone could hear her
She says goodbye
To the girl in the mirror
Thirty-one
After years of avoiding I dare a glance
If only just to give myself a chance
To see what my reflection has become
A woman stares back
The same girl who thought she was too fat
Who thought she lost ownership of her body
And yearned to get it back
The same girl who thought she’d say goodbye
Never to be seen again
She smiles
From ear to ear
A grin so wide
It could be the length span of an eagles wings
The twinkle in her eyes begins
To take over
For the girl staring back at me knows her worth
That she is unique
Only one on this Earth
That no one can take her power away
That it doesn’t matter how much you weigh
Life is so much more
Than what she had thought
That she’s proud of herself
For how hard she fought
To put herself back together again
I look once more
And see things clearer
For at thirty one
I’m no longer afraid of the mirror
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