Imperfections

Imperfections

Big brown eyes glare back at me,
While I study the mirror, trying to find something more.
Will this ugly image be all I ever see?
This lost girl- hurt, sad, and poor.
A girl who deserves help to meet her needs,
Someone who will truly love and care for her, down to the inner core.
That guy is out there, waiting to find me, what’s meant to be.

I close my eyes and step back, concentrating on what is inside.
All I see is a beautiful soul, full of kindness and love.
I open my eyes slowly, afraid to see the same ugly sight.
To my amazement, I only see beauty-sent from above.
I gasp, step forward, and wipe my eyes enough.
Here, staring back at me is a happy, beautiful woman.
With beautiful brown eyes, tan skin, and gorgeous hair.
I don’t see that chub, I see a figure that is fit and thin.
The size I always dreamt of I can now wear.
I begin racking my brain for possibilities, but can’t hold back my grin.

I run to my mom and ask her how this is happening,
But she looks at me like I am crazy and continues what she is doing.
I go to look at my reflection once again.
And what I thought had happened now made sense.
I close my eyes while beginning to weep,
Though these tears are tears of relief.
My appearance never changed, only my perception-
Before what I saw were all of my imperfections.
When I closed my eyes, deep down I saw a beautiful soul,
Imperfections became unimportant, as I couldn’t see them anymore.
When I opened my eyes, I felt complete and whole-
Full of energy, excitement, and smiles.
My battle with appearance all this time definitely took a toll-
But I see my beauty today and sometimes feel so wild-
And today that’s OK for my lifestyle.


By: Becky Dorey
January 2006