When You Look in The Mirror - a poem for women who hate their body

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When you look in the mirror
You don't see what I see
You see
the fat around your navel
the pimples on your right cheek
the bags under your eyes
the scars on your left leg
and
the small eyes with no eye-liner, the short lashes with no mascara, the bare lips with no lipsticks - oh that's just not pretty
and
the frizzy hair with no straightening and no curling up - oh that's totally uninteresting
You see
the un-Intagram-worthy, photoshop-much-needed, cosmetic-surgery-preferred, treadmill-punishment-deserved you
 
When you look in the mirror
I wish you see what I see
I see
a strong heart beating in your chest cavity, pumping river of blood to the different lands in your body
legs that can dance
arms that can open and close in a hug
toes that can dig themselves in the sand 6:15 pm sunset in a faraway shore  
hands that can hold a pencil and make beautiful things out of nothing
eyes that can see seven colors of a rainbow and tiny dust particles floating in sunlight on a quiet morning in a quiet room. 
mouth that can smile the kind of smile that sends butterflies in someone's stomach and
lips that can touch their lips and give warmth to the skin on the back of their neck
ears that can hear birds sing in pre-dawn and the hum of cars at forenoon and - most importantly - all the songs ever written by Jason Mraz. 
nose that can tell the difference between potato soup and a loaf of freshly baked bread  

And all your marks, and scars, and curves, and rolls, and dots - oh the natural beauty of a natural woman 

Next time when you look in the mirror
I hope you see what I see: 
a body that can
move the kind of move that makes the sun turn his nake
and can
dance the kind of dance that makes a man turn his heart - perhaps even his life - upside down

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Your eyes they tell lies.
All these years. 
They wear fake glasses given to you by society. 
These glasses make you blind. 
From your own beauty. 

My eyes they only speak the truth. 
They're the eyes of the heart - mightily innocent.

So my darling, my natural woman. 
Next time when you look in the mirror
I hope you see what I see. 

 


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