Truth

Silver glass, seeing myself.

But not my true self.

What I see is a mask, a mask put on for other people.

Behind the mask is the real me.

The me that is insecure about my loud personality,

The me that is insecure about the stretch marks on my legs,

The me that is insecure about my stomach not being flat,

The me that is insecure about the size of my thighs,

The me that is insecure about my colorful personality.

What lies behind the mirror is the truth, who I really am.