The mirror always told the stories
That I kept hidden
Inside makeup and poses
My wrinkles
Ashamed of my age
Told me that the beauty lies
On the youths
My flaws and imperfections
Was a reflection of my weakness
I was told to hide
My curves
Spots
Marks
Myself
I was told to dislike all
That was not perfection
We all drown on such hate for ourselves
Chasing a perfection
An illusion to sabotage ourselves
An exhausting effort pretending to be someone else
Punishing our body to a fake happiness
While all we should do is love
Just because of how unique each of us are.
