Mirror mirror on the wall,
I am not going to ask you who is the fairest of them all
No, I have another question
What do you see when I look at you?
I can only spot my reflection
Full of imperfections
A spatter of acne on my cheeks and two crooked teeth
Spots of hyperpigmentation that appeared on my sixteenth
Dark under my eyes and brittle hair despite my care
So tell me,
Mirror mirror on the wall
What do you see when I look at you?
The mirror cracked with rage
This is all due to age
You beautiful human, let me tell you what I see when your eyes meet my void
I see a struggling woman
Whose face speaks of her journey and whose smile is superhuman
I see skin as fair as it can be given your daily herculean tasks
I see you standing tall without thanks
So perhaps
Just perhaps
You can reassess and then address why you feel so small in the face of a reflective wall.
