I don’t see my imperfections as flaws anymore, they’ve become my own perfections. When I stare at myself in the mirror I see a beautiful reflection...
I see a woman who carries herself with all her might while still fighting off every battle in sight. Even with her war wounds she’s more than worthy, I think of her as “unique” because of the paths she took and her journey.
She’s becoming her best self starting from the inside out, tweaking the things on the inside before she focuses on the out.
Slowly stripping away from her flesh and solely focusing on her soul, showing other women that this is the only goal. Radiating like a beam of light, her beauty could blind everyone in site.
This mirror only shows what the eyes can see, but eyes will never be able to measure her inner beauty.
This mirror only shows the skin that protects my soul, the flaws are just a reminder that my insides are still as pure as gold.