When I look in the mirror I don’t see beauty
I see a woman who has been trying to be strong for far too long
Someone who is fighting desperately to be comfortable in her own skin
Who wishes she was one of the pretty girls
The skinny girls
The one who doesn’t need materialistic items to feel good
In the mirror I see brokenness
A woman no matter how hard she tried, can’t keep it together
That fake smile plastered on her face is falling
I see a woman ready to break
In this mirror I see negativity, hopelessness, and insignificance
A reflection staring back at me with a look of disgust
A grip of control held so tight she can hardly stand it
But what I mostly see is a woman who can’t see God’s beauty
The enemy has made a home inside her head
Lies are being shown across her eyes, when He has been trying to show her truth
It’s time to relinquish control
Others see a sense of vulnerability
An ability to speak volumes
Her story packed with a punch,
Ready to reach those who others can’t
So why when I look in this mirror I see a woman who isn’t strong, but weak?
Why can’t I see through the eyes of those around me?
Or the God who created me?
Truth is, this woman staring back at me is beautiful
She is strong
She is capable
She is the daughter of a King
