We look in the mirror; we don’t like what we see
You see eyes so dark and your skin looks pale
You think to yourself, I’m trapped in someone else’s body
Noticing yourself pulling at your skin, you think why do we accept this
Do other people notice? Do other people stare?
Panic tends to rise as we walk out the door.
Fully clothed yet feeling naked, feeling ugly
Feeling like we are alone in this world
Yet we know there are so many feeling this way
I guess that’s what happens when we read magazines about beautiful people
We lose sight of what true beauty is
True beauty is having imperfections, noticing them and feeling good
It’s being able to look in the mirror and like what is in front of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem