Mirror, Mirror…on the wall. Who’s the fairest of them all?
Mirror Mirror on the wall.
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Ever since I was small
I’ve been wondering.
Yesterday I stood in front of the mirror
And tried to look straight into my eyes
To hold the gaze of the person inside
The one who knows me best…
Me.
1…2…3…
Seconds I lasted until I saw
My crooked nose and nerdy glasses
The freckles splayed across my face
I felt this taste
On my tongue
Of not-quite-rightness
Yesterday I watched a show
About a guy who saves the world
Gets the girl
He’s cool
Talks smooth and has the moves
You know the type
The hype
The guy every girl wants to love
And every boy wants to be
I tried to pump up the strength
The swagger
To copy his moves
But I just felt small and weird
And all this proves
What I knew all along
My not-quite-rightness
Is so wrong.
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who’s the cherished one of all?
Ever since I was small
I’ve been wondering
Yesterday I asked myself
What do I need?
More protein? More greens? Or yoga?
It seems
All these might help
To get me in the jeans
The world wants me to wear.
But as I stood there
Seeing weakness where there should be strength
Clumsiness where there should be grace
I felt shame wash my face
And I turned away
Who could love me like this
When my not-quite-rightness
Shouts loud
Putting up a fight
And wins
Every night.
Yesterday I lost my pride
I’m so afraid to pick a side
That I walk down the middle
Mindless
Wishing someone would tell me what my opinion is
Because I can’t find it.
Why am I measured by the likes on my phone?
By the clothes I own.
Why can’t I be counted worthy by being
Plain.
Ole.
Me.
But then again
How can I?
When my not-quite-rightness shines
With a brightness that blinds.
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Do you see me at all?
Ever since I was small
I’ve been wondering.
Today I woke up and just crawled
Scared of what would be hatefully scrawled
Across my reflection this time
Convincing my mind
That it’s not real
What they say
What I feel
I’ll stuff if down this time
I forced my chin to stop shaking
I forced my fists to unclench
My heart to stop faking
I forced my eyes to look at me
To hold my gaze
To really see.
1…2…3…
Don’t look away.
Not today.
Don’t turn.
Don’t sway.
Just stay.
1…2…3…
Don’t give ear
To those voices you hear.
Don’t let them cheer.
Not today.
Just stay.
1…2…3…
Yesterday I read a story
About a God who saved the world
But got none of the glory
He was quiet and kind
Humble and meek
The type every girl would avoid
And every boy would call weak.
But His shoulders were strong to carry my mess
To cover my sins
To offer me rest
To put fear back in it’s place
And wipe shame from my face
Disgrace
Replaced
With freedom.
Today I stood in front of the mirror
And looked straight into my eyes
To find the gaze of the person inside
The one who knows me best
God.
1…2…3…
Seconds I lasted until I saw
My crooked nose and nerdy glasses
The freckles splayed across my face
I felt this taste
One my tongue
Something new
My not-quite-rightness
Undone
In His love.
