Oh darling, I am so sorry. I know you thought you were all alone with your thoughts and no one could actually hear your self-hatred, but behind that glass a soul is aching for you.
Metaphorically, of course.
All the words you mumble, all the cries you heave out, and all the pain you endure. The mirror knows what you do when you are alone. She isn't going to tell you that you are the fairest of them all. No, sweetheart. She will tell and show you what your mind has conjured up.
The weight will be what you want it to be. The scars will look worse than they are. The outside features will be horrendous unless you don't believe that. You can speak the words...
"I love myself and no one will tell me otherwise."
But, until those words are truths, the mirror knows how you really feel. You cannot hide from the horrific thoughts of self-hatred because they lurk in the drain.
She has heard your sobs in the shower, she has seen you sitting on the floor with blood on your hands, she has seen you giving up.
Sweetheart, she is here for you. Reality is closer than you think. Dive right into self-love and the mirror will only tell you the things you believe.
Remind yourself that you are so precious and valued.
Remind yourself that the makeup only hides your beauty.
Remind yourself that no amount of scars or torment will mask your greatest amount of love and affection.
The mirror will one day whisper,
"My darling, you made it."
And there will be this euphoria sweep over you and that is happiness and self love.
