The following poem I wrote awhile back for Fine Arts as well. The issue presented is current and relatable in today's society. Whoever is reading this, whether a man or woman, boy or girl, old or young, please know you are worthy and you are loved. No matter what the mirror is screaming at you, God sees you through His Son's eyes, not the mirror's flawed reflection.
Flawless Imperfection
My mirror is my enemy, seemingly always taunting me.
Staring at my reflection, I could never see perfection.
Breaking down my individuality it ensnares my personality,
Binding me, exposing me raw. I am now a prisoner of my own flaws.
I glance at my body, despising what I see.
The mirror laughs at me, pointing out my low self-esteem.
I stare at my reflection craving for perfection.
Gripping at each question.
Every mirror I see reminds me of my tragedy
"Perfection can never be reached," my mother often preached.
My glass reproduction silently screamed as rivers of tears streamed.
I needed to appear exquisite or remain imperfect.
Hoping to see myself flawlessly I shatter the mirror, my enemy.
Destroying the despairing image victoriously, I saw myself as ravishing.
As the fragments of glass and guilty conscience hit the floor, I knew I had victory over my image war.
Simply accepting my state of imperfection seemingly rid my mind of any objection.
I looked through the Eyes of the Father who created me, I saw His Son who died so vividly.
I began to accept that striving continuously to look like someone who I was not made to be
Was like wandering in the dark aimlessly.
Beauty is inward but also defined by the Viewer.
He made me so effortlessly, giving me a right to be loved relentlessly.
As a single rose among the thorns of the world glows and glistens defiantly
Not ensnared by perfection as a priority, but rather unfurled
In the extravagance of the Lord.
I have a right. The mirror does not confine me. It does not define me,
Because the true definition is...Flawless imperfection.
